,,the ,,world',s ,,best ,,poetry ,i ,home3 ,friendship ,,ii ,love ,,iii ,sorrow and ,consolation ,,iv ,the ,higher ,life ,v ,nature ,,vi ,fancy ,sentiment ,,vii ,descriptive3 ,narrative ,,viii ,national ,spirit ,,ix ,tragedy3 ,humor ,x ,poetical ,quotations ,,the ,,world',s ,,best ,,poetry ,,in ,,ten ,,volumes1 ,,illustrated ,editor-in-,chief ,,bliss ,,carman ,associate ,editors ,john ,vance ,cheney ,charles ,g4,d4 ,roberts ,charles ,f4 ,richardson ,francis ,h4 ,stoddard ,managing ,editor ,john ,r4 ,howard #aijd ,the ,world's ,best ,poetry ,vol4 ,,iv ,,the ,,higher ,,life ,,religion ,,and ,,poetry ,by ,,washington ,,gladden ,,notice ,,of ,,copyrights4 ,i4 ,american poems in this volume within the legal protection of copyright are used by the courteous permission of the owners1--either the publishers named in the following list or the authors or their representatives in the subsequent one1--who reserve all their rights4 ,so far as practicable1 permission has been secured also for poems 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,santayana3 ,faith4 ,the ,,young ,,churchman ,,company1 ,milwaukee4--,a4,c4 ,coxe3 ,the ,chimes of ,england4 ,,ii4 ,american poems in this volume by the authors whose names are given below are the copyrighted property of the authors1 or of their representatives named in parenthesis1 and may not be reprinted without their permission1 which for the present work has been courteously granted4 ,,publishers ,,of ,,the ,,world',s ,,best ,,poetry4 #aijd4 ,a4 ,coles 7,a4 ,coles1 ,jr41 ,m4,d472 ,j4,a4 ,dix 7,rev4 ,morgan ,dix1 ,d4,d472 ,p4,l4 ,dunbar2 ,w4,c4 ,gannett2 ,w4 ,gladden2 ,s4,p4 ,mc,l4 ,pratt2 ,o4 ,huckel2 ,ray ,palmer 7,dr4 ,charles ,r4 ,palmer72 ,a4,d4,f4 ,randolph 7,arthur ,d4,f4 ,randolph74 ,,religion ,,and ,,poetry ,,by ,,washington ,,gladden4 ,the time is not long past when the copulative in that title might have suggested to some minds an antithesis1--as acid and alkali1 or heat and cold4 ,that religion could have affiliation with anything so worldly as poetry would have seemed to some pious people a questionable proposition4 ,there were the ,psalms1 in the ,old ,testament1 to be sure2 and the minister had been heard to allude to them as poetry3 might not that indicate some heretical taint in him1 caught1 perchance1 from the ,german neologists whose influence we were beginning to dread8 ,it did not seem quite orthodox to describe the ,psalms as poems2 and when1 a little later1 some one ventured to speak of the ,book of ,job as a dramatic poem1 there were many who were simply horrified4 ,indeed1 it was difficult for many good people to consider the ,biblical writings as in any sense literature2 they belonged in a category by themselves1 and the application to them of the terms by which we describe similar writings in other books appeared to many good men and women a kind of profanation4 ,this was not1 of course1 the attitude of educated men and women1 but something akin to it affected large numbers of excellent people4 ,we are well past that period1 and the relations of religion and poetry may now be discussed with no fear of misunderstandings4 ,these relations are close and vital4 ,poetry is indebted to religion for its largest and loftiest inspirations1 and religion is indebted to poetry for its subtlest and most luminous interpretations4 ,religion is related to poetry as life is related to art4 ,religion is life1 the life of ,god in the soul of man--the response of man's spirit to the attractions of the divine ,spirit4 ,poetry is an interpretation of life4 ,religious poetry endeavors to express1 in beautiful forms1 the facts of the religious life4 ,there is poetry that is not religious2 poetry which deals only with that which is purely sensuous1 poetry which does not hint at spiritual facts1 or divine relations2 and there is religion which has but little to do with poetry3 but the highest religious thoughts and feelings are greatly served by putting them into poetic forms2 and the greatest poetry is always that which sets forth the facts of the religious life4 ,without love to man and love to ,god1 says ,dr4 ,strong1 the greatest poetry is impossible4 ,mere human love to ,god is not enough to stir the deepest chords either in the poet or in his readers4 ,it is the connection of human love with the divine love that gives it permanence and security4,a ,if1 then1 religion is the supreme experience of the human spirit1 and that experience finds its most perfect literary expression in poetry1 the present volume ought to contain a precious collection of the best literature4 ,and any one who wished to give to a friend a volume which would convey to him the essential elements of religion would probably be safe to choose this volume rather than any prose treatise upon theology ever printed4 ,he who reads this book through will get a clearer and truer idea of what the religious life is than any philosophical discussion could give him4 ,for this poetry is an attempt to express life1 not to explain it4 ,it offers pictures or reports rather than analyses of religious experience4 ,it gives utterance to the real life of religion in the individual soul1 and is not a generalization of religious thoughts and feelings4 ,the sources from which this collection has been drawn are abundant and varied4 ,the psalmody and hymnology of the church furnish a vast preserve1 the exploration of which would be a large undertaking4 ,it must be confessed that the pious people who had in their hands some of the ancient hymn-books were justified in feeling that religion and poetry were not closely related1 for many of the hymns they were wont to sing were guiltless of any poetic character4 ,it was too often evident that the hymn-writer had been more intent on giving metrical form to proper theological concepts than on giving utterance to his own religious life4 ,but the feeling has been growing that in hymns1 at any rate1 life is more than dogma2 and we have now some collections of hymns that come pretty near being books of poetry4 ,the improvement in this department of literature within the past twenty-five years has been marked4 ,there is still1 indeed1 in many hymnals1 and especially in hymnals for ,sunday schools and social meetings1 much doggerel2 but large recent contributions of hymns which are true poetry1 many of the best of them from ,american sources1 have made it possible to furnish our congregations with admirable manuals of praise4 ,the indebtedness of religion to poetry which is thus expressed in the hymnology of the church is very large4 ,probably many of us are indebted for definite and permanent religious conceptions and impressions quite as much to felicitous phrases of hymns as to any words of sermon or catechism4 ,our most positive convictions of religious truth are apt to come to us in some line or stanza that tells the whole story4 ,the rhythm and the rhyme have helped to fix it and hold it in the memory4 ,this is true not only of the hymns of the church but of many poems that are not suitable for singing4 ,english poetry is especially rich in meditative and devotional elements1 and of no period has this been more true than of the nineteenth century4 ,cowper1 ,wordsworth1 ,coleridge1 the ,brownings1 ,tennyson and ,matthew ,arnold1 on the other side of the sea1 with ,bryant1 ,longfellow1 ,emerson1 ,whittier1 ,lowell1 ,holmes1 ,lanier1 ,sill and ,gilder on this side--these and many others--have made most precious additions to our store of religious poetry4 ,the century has been one of great perturbations in religious thought2 the advent of the evolutionary philosophy threatened all the theological foundations1 and there was need of a thorough revision of the dogmas which were based on a mechanical theology1 and of a reinterpretation of the life of the ,spirit4 ,in all this the poets have given us the strongest help4 ,the great poet cannot be oblivious of these deepest themes4 ,he need not be a dogmatician1 indeed he cannot be1 for his business is insight1 not ratiocination2 but the problems which theology is trying to solve must always be before his mind1 and he must have something to say about them1 if he hopes to command the attention of thoughtful men4 ,yet while we need not depreciate the service that has been rendered by preachers and professional theologians who have sought to put the facts of the religious life into the forms of the new philosophy1 we must own our deeper obligation to the poets1 by whose vision the spiritual realities have been most clearly discerned4 ,it was ,wordsworth1 perhaps1 who gave us the first great contribution to the new religious thought by bringing home to us the fact that ,god is in his world2 revealing himself now as clearly as in any of the past ages4 ,the truth of the ,divine immanence1 which is the foundation of all the more positive religious thinking of to-day1 and which is destined1 when once its import has been fully grasped1 to revolutionize our religious life1 is made familiar to our thought in ,wordsworth's poetry4 ,to him it was simply an experience2 in quite another sense than that in which it was true of ,spinoza1 it might have been said of him that he was a ,god-intoxicated man2 and although his clear ,english sense permitted no pantheistic merging of the human in the divine1 but kept the individual consciousness clear for choice and duty1 the realization of the presence of ,god made nature in his thought supernatural1 and life sublime4 ,to him1 as ,dr4 ,strong has said1 it was plain that imagination in man enables him to enter into the thought of ,god--the creative element in us is the medium through which we perceive the meaning of the ,creator in his creation4 ,the world without answers to the world within1 because ,god is the soul of both4 ,such minds are truly from the ,deity1 ,for they are ,powers2 and hence the highest bliss ,that flesh can know is theirs1--the consciousness ,of whom they are1 habitually infused ,through every image and through every thought1 ,and all affections by communion raised ,from earth to heaven1 from human to divine4 ,the mystical faith by which man is united to ,god can have no clearer confession4 ,and in the great poem of ,tintern ,abbey this truth received an expression which has become classical2--it must be counted one of the greatest words of that continuing revelation by which the truths of religion are given permanent form3 ,for ,i have learned ,to look on nature1 not as in the hour ,of thoughtless youth2 but hearing oftentimes ,the still1 sad music of humanity1 ,nor harsh nor grating1 though of ample power ,to chasten and subdue4 ,and ,i have felt ,a presence that disturbs me with the joy ,of elevated thoughts2 a sense sublime ,of something far more deeply interfused1 ,whose dwelling is the light of setting suns1 ,and the round ocean1 and the living air1 ,and the blue sky1 and in the mind of man3 ,a motion and a spirit1 that impels ,all thinking things1 all objects of all thought1 ,and rolls through all things4 ,we can hardly imagine that the religious experience of mankind will ever suffer these words to drop into forgetfulness2 and it would seem that every passing generation must deepen their significance4 ,the same great testimony to the divine ,presence in our lives is borne by many other witnesses in memorable words4 ,lowell's voice is clear3 ,no man can think1 nor in himself perceive1 ,sometimes at waking1 in the street sometimes1 ,or on the hillside1 always unforwarned1 ,a grace of being finer than himself1 ,that beckons and is gone1--a larger life ,upon his own impinging1 with swift glimpse ,of spacious circles1 luminous with mind1 ,to which the ethereal substance of his own ,seems but gross cloud to make that visible1 ,touched to a sudden glory round the edge4 ,if to this central truth of religion1--the reality of the communion of the human spirit with the divine--the poets have borne such impressive testimony1 not less positively have they asserted many other of the great things of the spirit4 ,sometimes they have helped us to believe1 by identifying themselves with us in our struggles with the doubts that loosen our hold on the great realities4 ,no man of the last century has done more for ,christian belief than ,alfred ,tennyson1 albeit he has been a confessed doubter4 ,but what he said of ,arthur ,hallam is quite as true of himself3 ,he fought his doubts1 and gathered strength1 ,he would not make his judgment blind1 ,he faced the spectres of the mind ,and laid them2 thus he came at length1 ,to find a stronger faith his own1 ,and ,power was with him in the night1 ,which makes the darkness and the light1 ,and dwells not in the light alone4 ,those words of his1 so often quoted1 are often sadly misused3 ,there lives more faith in honest doubt1 ,believe me1 than in half the creeds4 ,when men make these words an excuse for an attitude of habitual negation and denial1 assuming that it is better to doubt everything than to believe anything1 they grossly pervert the poet's meaning4 ,it is the faith that lives in honest doubt that his heart applauds4 ,he is thinking of the fact that it is real faith in ,god which leads men to doubt the dogmas which misrepresent ,god4 ,but conscious as he is of the shadow that lies upon our field of vision1 he is always insisting that it is in the light and not in the shadow that we must walk4 ,therefore1 although demonstration is impossible1 faith is rational4 ,so do those great words of ,the ,ancient ,sage admonish us3 ,thou canst not prove that thou art body alone1 ,nor canst thou prove that thou art spirit alone1 ,nor canst thou prove that thou art both in one4 ,thou canst not prove thou art immortal1 no1 ,nor yet that thou art mortal--nay1 my son4 ,thou canst not prove that ,i who speak with thee1 ,am not thyself in converse with thyself1 ,for nothing worthy proving can be proven ,nor yet disproven4 ,wherefore be thou wise1 ,cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt1 ,and cling to ,faith beyond the forms of ,faith6 ,she reels not in the storm of warring words1 ,she brightens at the clash of ',yes' and ',no1' ,she sees the best that glimmers through the worst1 ,she feels the sun is hid but for a night1 ,she spies the summer through the winter bud1 ,she tastes the fruit before the blossom falls1 ,she hears the lark within the songless egg1 ,she finds the fountain where they wailed ',mirage6' ,this illustrates ,tennyson's mental attitude4 ,if all who plume themselves upon their doubts would put themselves into this posture of mind1 they would find themselves in possession of a very substantial faith4 ,tennyson has touched with light more than one problem of the soul4 ,the little stanza beginning ,flower in the crannied wall has shown us how the mysteries of being are shared by the commonest lives2 the short lyric ,wages condenses into a few lines the strongest proof of the life to come2 and ,crossing the ,bar has borne many a spirit in peace out to the boundless sea4 ,robert ,browning's robust faith helps us in a different way4 ,his daring and triumphant optimism makes us ashamed of doubt4 ,in ,abt ,vogler1 in ,rabbi ,ben ,ezra1 in ,pompilia1 in ,christmas ,eve1 we are caught up and carried onward by an unflinching and overcoming faith4 ,perhaps the most convincing arguments for religious reality in ,browning's poems are those of ,an ,epistle and of ,cleon1 where the cry of the human soul for the assurance which the ,christian faith supplies is given such a penetrating voice4 ,and there is no reasoning about the ,incarnation1 in any theological book that ,i have ever read1 which seems to me so cogent as that great passage in ,saul1 where ,david cries3 ,could ,i wrestle to raise him from sorrow1 grow poor to enrich1 ,to fill up his life1 starve my own out4 ,i would--knowing which1 ,i know that my service is perfect4 ,oh1 speak through me now6 ,would ,i suffer for him that ,i love8 ,so wouldst thou--so wilt thou6 ,but1 after all1 ,browning's great hymns of faith are those in which he faces the future1 like ,prospice1 and the prologue of ,la ,saisiaz1 and the epilogue of ,asolando1--triumphant songs1 in which one of the healthiest-minded of human beings showed himself3 ,one who never turned his back but marched breast forward1 ,never doubted clouds would break1 ,never dreamed though right were worsted wrong would triumph1 ,held we fall to rise1 are baffled to fight better1 sleep to wake6 ,it would be a grateful task to make extended record of the service rendered to religion by the great choir of singers whose names appear upon the pages of this book4 ,to ,elizabeth ,barrett ,browning our debt is large1 though her note is oftenest plaintive and the faith which she illustrates is that by which suffering is turned to strength4 ,our own ,new ,england psalmist1 also1 has been to great multitudes a revealer and a comforter2 few in any age have seen the central truths of ,christianity more clearly1 or felt them more deeply1 or uttered them more convincingly4 ,in such poems as ,my ,soul and ,i1 ,my ,psalm1 ,our ,master1 ,the ,eternal ,goodness1 ,the ,brewing of ,soma1 and ,andrew ,ryckman's ,prayer1 ,whittier has made the whole religious world his debtor4 ,how many more there are--of those whom the world reckons as the greater bards1 and of those whom it assigns to lower places--to whom we have found ourselves indebted for the clearing of our vision or the quickening of our pulses1 in our studies or our meditations upon the deepest questions of life6 ,how many there are1 whose faces we never saw1 but who by some luminous word1 some strain vibrant with tenderness1 some flash of insight1 have endeared themselves to us forever6 ,they are the friends of our spirits1 ministers to us of the holiest things4 ,they have clothed for us the highest truth in forms of beauty2 they have made it winsome and real and dear and memorable4 ,is there anything better than this1 that one man can do for another8 ,washington ,gladden ,footnote ,a3 ,the ,great ,poets and their ,theology4 ,,table ,,of ,,contents ,,introductory ,,essay3 ,,religion ,,and ,,poetry4 ,by ,washington ,gladden ,,poems ,,of ,,the ,,higher ,,life3 ,,the ,,divine ,,element--7,god1 ,christ1 the ,holy ,spirit7 ,,prayer ,,and ,,aspiration ,,faith3 ,,hope3 ,,love3 ,,service ,,sabbath3 ,,worship3 ,,creed ,,selections ,,from ,,paradise ,,lost ,,human ,,experience ,,death3 ,,immortality3 ,,heaven ,,selections ,,from ,,the ,,divine ,,comedy ,,index3 ,,authors ,,and ,,titles ,,list ,,of ,,illustrations4 ,,john ,,milton ,photogravure from an engraving4 ,,the ,,child ,,jesus ,,in ,,the ,,temple ,one of ,heinrich ,hoffmann's wonderful scenes in the life of ,christ3 the earnest1 wise-faced ,boy1 and the eager or doubtful but thoughtful ,scribes and ,doctors of the ,law1 are graphically depicted4 ,,isaac ,,watts ,from a contemporary engraving4 ,,the ,,holy ,,night ,it was the winter wild ,while the heaven-born ,child ,all meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies4 ,from photogravure after a painting by ,martin ,feuerstein4 ,,charles ,,wesley ,from a contemporary engraving4 ,,the ,,light ,,of ,,the ,,world ,knocking1 knocking1 ever knocking8 ,who is there8 ',tis a pilgrim1 strange and kingly1 ,never such was seen before4 ,from photo-carbon print after the painting by ,holman ,hunt4 ,,sir ,,galahad ,my strength is as the strength of ten1 ,because my heart is pure4 ,from photogravure after the painting by ,george ,frederick ,watts4 ,,ralph ,,waldo ,,emerson ,from a photogravure after life-photograph4 ,,dina ,m4 ,,mulock ,,craik ,from a life-photograph by ,elliott and ,fry1 ,london4 ,,the ,,pharisee ,,and ,,the ,,publican ,two went to pray8 ,o1 rather say1 ,one went to brag1 the other to pray2 ,one nearer to ,god's altar trod1 ,the other to the altar's ,god4 ,from engraving by ,brend'amour1 after a design by ,alexander ,bida4 ,,dante ,,alighieri ,after a photograph from the fresco by ,his friend ,giotto1 discovered under the whitewash on a watt of the ,bargello palace2 now in the ,museo ,nazionale1 ,florence1 ,italy4 ,,poems ,,of ,,the ,,higher ,,life ,,poems ,,of ,,the ,,higher ,,life ,i4 ,,the ,,divine ,,element4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,song4 ,,from ,,pippa ,,passes4 ,the year's at the spring1 ,and day's at the morn2 ,morning's at seven2 ,the hill-side's dew-pearled2 ,the lark's on the wing2 ,the snail's on the thorn2 ,god's in ,his heaven-- ,all's right with the world4 ,,robert ,,browning4 99 99 99 99 99 ,a ,,passage ,,in ,,the ,,life ,,of ,,saint ,,augustine4 ,long pored ,saint ,austin o'er the sacred page1 ,and doubt and darkness overspread his mind2 ,on ,god's mysterious being thought the ,sage1 ,the ,triple ,person in one ,godhead joined4 ,the more he thought1 the harder did he find ,to solve the various doubts which fast arose2 ,and as a ship1 caught by imperious wind1 ,tosses where chance its shattered body throws1 ,so tossed his troubled soul1 and nowhere found repose4 ,heated and feverish1 then he closed his tome1 ,and went to wander by the ocean-side1 ,where the cool breeze at evening loved to come1 ,murmuring responsive to the murmuring tide2 ,and as ,augustine o'er its margent wide ,strayed1 deeply pondering the puzzling theme1 ,a little child before him he espied3 ,in earnest labor did the urchin seem1 ,working with heart intent close by the sounding stream4 ,he looked1 and saw the child a hole had scooped1 ,shallow and narrow in the shining sand1 ,o'er which at work the laboring infant stooped1 ,still pouring water in with busy hand4 ,the saint addressed the child in accents bland3 ,fair boy1 quoth he1 ,i pray what toil is thine8 ,let me its end and purpose understand4 ,the boy replied3 ,an easy task is mine1 ,to sweep into this hole all the wide ocean's brine4 ,o foolish boy6 the saint exclaimed1 to hope ,that the broad ocean in that hole should lie6 ,o foolish saint6 exclaimed the boy2 thy scope ,is still more hopeless than the toil ,i ply1 ,who think'st to comprehend ,god's nature high ,in the small compass of thine human wit6 ,sooner1 ,augustine1 sooner far1 shall ,i ,confine the ocean in this tiny pit1 ,than finite minds conceive ,god's nature infinite6 ,,anonymous4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,meditations ,,of ,a ,,hindu ,,prince4 ,all the world over1 ,i wonder1 in lands that ,i never have trod1 ,are the people eternally seeking for the signs and steps of a ,god8 ,westward across the ocean1 and ,northward across the snow1 ,do they all stand gazing1 as ever1 and what do the wisest know8 ,here1 in this mystical ,india1 the deities hover and swarm ,like the wild bees heard in the tree-tops1 or the gusts of a gathering storm2 ,in the air men hear their voices1 their feet on the rocks are seen1 ,yet we all say1 ,whence is the message1 and what may the wonders mean8 ,a million shrines stand open1 and ever the censer swings1 ,as they bow to a mystic symbol1 or the figures of ancient kings2 ,and the incense rises ever1 and rises the endless cry ,of those who are heavy laden1 and of cowards loth to die4 ,for the ,destiny drives us together1 like deer in a pass of the hills2 ,above is the sky and around us the sound of the shot that kills2 ,pushed by a power we see not1 and struck by a hand unknown1 ,we pray to the trees for shelter1 and press our lips to a stone4 ,the trees wave a shadowy answer1 and the rock frowns hollow and grim1 ,and the form and the nod of the demon are caught in the twilight dim2 ,and we look to the sunlight falling afar on the mountain crest1-- ,is there never a path runs upward to a refuge there and a rest8 ,the path1 ah6 who has shown it1 and which is the faithful guide8 ,the haven1 ah6 who has known it8 for steep is the mountain side1 ,forever the shot strikes surely1 and ever the wasted breath ,of the praying multitude rises1 whose answer is only death4 ,here are the tombs of my kinsfolk1 the fruit of an ancient name1 ,chiefs who were slain on the war-field1 and women who died in flame2 ,they are gods1 these kings of the foretime1 they are spirits who guard our race3 ,ever ,i watch and worship2 they sit with a marble face4 ,and the myriad idols round me1 and the legion of muttering priests1 ,the revels and rites unholy1 the dark unspeakable feasts6 ,what have they rung from the ,silence8 ,hath even a whisper come ,of the secret1 ,whence and ,whither8 ,alas6 for the gods are dumb4 ,shall ,i list to the word of the ,english1 who come from the uttermost sea8 ,the ,secret1 hath it been told you1 and what is your message to me8 ,it is naught but the wide-world story how the earth and the heavens began1 ,how the gods are glad and angry1 and a ,deity once was man4 ,i had thought1 ,perchance in the cities where the rulers of ,india dwell1 ,whose orders flash from the far land1 who girdle the earth with a spell1 ,they have fathomed the depths we float on1 or measured the unknown main-- ,sadly they turn from the venture1 and say that the quest is vain4 ,is life1 then1 a dream and delusion1 and where shall the dreamer awake8 ,is the world seen like shadows on water1 and what if the mirror break8 ,shall it pass as a camp that is struck1 as a tent that is gathered and gone ,from the sands that were lamp-lit at eve1 and at morning are level and lone8 ,is there naught in the heaven above1 whence the hail and the levin are hurled1 ,but the wind that is swept around us by the rush of the rolling world8 ,the wind that shall scatter my ashes1 and bear me to silence and sleep ,with the dirge1 and the sounds of lamenting1 and voices of women who weep4 ,,sir ,,alfred ,,comyns ,,lyall4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,brahma4 ,if the red slayer think he slays1 ,or if the slain think he is slain1 ,they know not well the subtle ways ,i keep1 and pass1 and turn again4 ,far or forgot to me is near2 ,shadow and sunlight are the same2 ,the vanished gods to me appear2 ,and one to me are shame and fame4 ,they reckon ill who leave me out2 ,when me they fly1 ,i am the wings2 ,i am the doubter and the doubt1 ,and ,i the hymn the ,brahmin sings4 ,the strong gods pine for my abode1 ,and pine in vain the sacred ,seven2 ,but thou1 meek lover of the good6 ,find me1 and turn thy back on heaven4 ,,ralph ,,waldo ,,emerson4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,hymn ,,to ,,zeus4 ,most glorious of all the ,undying1 many-named1 girt round with awe6 ,jove1 author of ,nature1 applying to all things the rudder of law-- ,hail6 ,hail6 for it justly rejoices the races whose life is a span ,to lift unto thee their voices--the ,author and ,framer of man4 ,for we are thy sons2 thou didst give us the symbols of speech at our birth1 ,alone of the things that live1 and mortal move upon earth4 ,wherefore thou shalt find me extolling and ever singing thy praise2 ,since thee the great ,universe1 rolling on its path round the world1 obeys3-- ,obeys thee1 wherever thou guidest1 and gladly is bound in thy bands1 ,so great is the power thou confidest1 with strong1 invincible hands1 ,to thy mighty ministering servant1 the bolt of the thunder1 that flies1 ,two-edged like a sword1 and fervent1 that is living and never dies4 ,all nature1 in fear and dismay1 doth quake in the path of its stroke1 ,what time thou preparest the way for the one ,word thy lips have spoke1 ,which blends with lights smaller and greater1 which pervadeth and thrilleth all things1 ,so great is thy power and thy nature--in the ,universe ,highest of ,kings6 ,on earth1 of all deeds that are done1 ,o ,god6 there is none without thee2 ,in the holy ether not one1 nor one on the face of the sea1 ,save the deeds that evil men1 driven by their own blind folly1 have planned2 ,but things that have grown uneven are made even again by thy hand2 ,and things unseemly grow seemly1 the unfriendly are friendly to thee2 ,for no good and evil supremely thou hast blended in one by decree4 ,for all thy decree is one ever--a ,word that endureth for aye1 ,which mortals1 rebellious1 endeavor to flee from and shun to obey-- ,ill-fated1 that1 worn with proneness for the lord-ship of goodly things1 ,neither hear nor behold1 in its oneness1 the law that divinity brings2 ,which men with reason obeying1 might attain unto glorious life1 ,no longer aimlessly straying in the paths of ignoble strife4 ,there are men with a zeal unblest1 that are wearied with following of fame1 ,and men with a baser quest1 that are turned to lucre and shame4 ,there are men too that pamper and pleasure the flesh with delicate stings3 ,all these desire beyond measure to be other than all these things4 ,great ,jove1 all-giver1 dark-clouded1 great ,lord of the thunderbolt's breath6 ,deliver the men that are shrouded in ignorance dismal as death4 ,o ,father6 dispel from their souls the darkness1 and grant them the light ,of reason1 thy stay1 when the whole wide world thou rulest with might1 ,that we1 being honored1 may honor thy name with the music of hymns1 ,extolling the deeds of the ,donor1 unceasing1 as rightly beseems ,mankind2 for no worthier trust is awarded to ,god or to man ,than forever to glory with justice in the law that endures and is ,one4 ,from the ,greek of ,,cleanthes4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,te ,,deum ,,laudamus4 ,we praise thee1 ,o ,god2 we acknowledge thee to be the ,lord4 ,all the earth doth worship thee1 the ,father everlasting4 ,to thee all ,angels cry aloud2 the ,heavens1 and all the powers therein4 ,to thee ,cherubim and ,seraphim continually do cry1 ,holy1 ,holy1 ,holy1 ,lord ,god of ,sabaoth2 ,heaven and earth are full of the ,majesty of thy ,glory4 ,the glorious company of the ,apostles praise thee4 ,the goodly fellowship of the ,prophets praise thee4 ,the noble army of ,martyrs praise thee4 ,the holy ,church throughout all the world doth acknowledge thee2 ,the ,father of an infinite ,majesty2 ,thine adorable1 true1 and only ,son2 ,also the ,holy ,ghost1 the ,comforter4 ,thou art the ,king of ,glory1 ,o ,christ4 ,thou art the everlasting ,son of the ,father4 ,when thou tookest upon thee to deliver man1 thou didst humble thyself to be born of a ,virgin4 ,when thou hadst overcome the sharpness of death1 thou didst open the ,kingdom of ,heaven to all believers4 ,thou sittest at the right hand of ,god1 in the ,glory of the ,father4 ,we believe that thou shalt come to be our ,judge4 ,we therefore pray thee1 help thy servants1 whom thou hast redeemed with thy precious blood4 ,make them to be numbered with thy ,saints1 in glory everlasting4 ,o ,lord1 save thy people1 and bless thine heritage4 ,govern them1 and lift them up for ever4 ,day by day we magnify thee2 ,and we worship thy ,name ever1 world without end4 ,vouchsafe1 ,o ,lord1 to keep us this day without sin4 ,o ,lord1 have mercy upon us1 have mercy upon us4 ,o ,lord1 let thy mercy be upon us1 as our trust is in thee4 ,o ,lord1 in thee have ,i trusted2 let me never be confounded4,a ,version of the ,,american ,,episcopal ,,church ,,prayer-,,book4 ,footnote ,a3 ,this venerable hymn1 familiar as a part of the morning service in the ,roman ,catholic and ,protestant ,episcopal ,churches1 and on special occasions in many ,protestant ,churches1 has usually been ascribed to the great ,st4 ,ambrose of ,milan and ,st4 ,augustine1 his greater convert1 in the year #chg ,a4,d4 ,but1 like other productions of mighty influence1 it was doubtless a growth4 ,portions of it appear in the writings of ,st4 ,cyprian 7#beb ,a4,d47 and others in still earlier liturgical forms of the ,greek ,church in ,alexandria during the century previous4 ,it is thus probably the earliest1 as it is certainly the most universal and famous1 of ,christian hymns4 ,it was translated from the ,latin into ,english in #aedi for the ,anglican ,book of ,common ,prayer1 which assumed its present form in #affj--;during that wonderful era which gave us the ,english ,bible1 with its unapproached majesty and music of language4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,universal ,,prayer4 ,father of all6 in every age1 ,in every clime adored1 ,by saint1 by savage1 and by sage1 ,jehovah1 ,jove1 or ,lord6 ,thou great ,first ,cause1 least understood1 ,who all my sense confined ,to know but this1 that thou art good1 ,and that myself am blind2 ,yet gave me1 in this dark estate1 ,to see the good from ill2 ,and1 binding nature fast in fate1 ,left free the human will3 ,what conscience dictates to be done1 ,or warns me not to do1 ,this1 teach me more than hell to shun1 ,that1 more than heaven pursue4 ,what blessings thy free bounty gives ,let me not cast away2 ,for ,god is paid when man receives1 ,to enjoy is to obey4 ,yet not to earth's contracted span ,thy goodness let me bound1 ,or think thee ,lord alone of man1 ,when thousand worlds are round3 ,let not this weak1 unknowing hand ,presume thy bolts to throw1 ,and deal damnation round the land ,on each ,i judge thy foe4 ,if ,i am right thy grace impart ,still in the right to stay2 ,if ,i am wrong1 ,o1 teach my heart ,to find that better way6 ,save me alike from foolish pride ,and impious discontent ,at aught thy wisdom has dented1 ,or aught thy goodness lent4 ,teach me to feel another's woe1 ,to hide the fault ,i see2 ,that mercy ,i to others show1 ,that mercy show to me4 ,mean though ,i am1 not wholly so1 ,since quickened by thy breath2 ,o1 lead me wheresoe'er ,i go1 ,through this day's life or death6 ,this day be bread and peace my lot2 ,all else beneath the sun1 ,thou knowest if best bestowed or not1 ,and let thy will be done4 ,to thee1 whose temple is all space1 ,whose altar1 earth1 sea1 skies1 ,one chorus let all ,being raise1 ,all ,nature incense rise6 ,,alexander ,,pope4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,ode4 ,,from ,,the ,,spectator4 ,the spacious firmament on high1 ,with all the blue ethereal sky1 ,and spangled heavens1 a shining frame1 ,their great ,original proclaim2 ,the unwearied sun1 from day to day1 ,does his ,creator's power display1 ,and publishes to every land ,the work of an ,almighty hand4 ,soon as the evening shades prevail1 ,the moon takes up the wondrous tale1 ,and nightly to the listening earth ,repeats the story of her birth2 ,while all the stars that round her burn1 ,and all the planets in their turn1 ,confirm the tidings as they roll1 ,and spread the truth from pole to pole4 ,what though1 in solemn silence1 all ,move round the dark terrestrial ball8 ,what though no real voice or sound ,amid their radiant orbs be found8 ,in ,reason's ear they all rejoice1 ,and utter forth a glorious voice1 ,forever singing1 as they shine1 ,the hand that made us is divine6 ,,joseph ,,addison4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,lord6 ,,when ,,those ,,glorious ,,lights ,i ,,see4 ,,hymn ,,and ,,prayer ,,for ,,the ,,use ,,of ,,believers4 ,lord6 when those glorious lights ,i see ,with which thou hast adorned the skies1 ,observing how they moved be1 ,and how their splendor fills mine eyes1 ,methinks it is too large a grace1 ,but that thy love ordained it so1-- ,that creatures in so high a place ,should servants be to man below4 ,the meanest lamp now shining there ,in size and lustre doth exceed ,the noblest of thy creatures here1 ,and of our friendship hath no need4 ,yet these upon mankind attend ,for secret aid or public light2 ,and from the world's extremest end ,repair unto us every night4 ,o1 had that stamp been undefaced ,which first on us thy hand had set1 ,how highly should we have been graced1 ,since we are so much honored yet6 ,good ,god1 for what but for the sake ,of thy beloved and only ,son1 ,who did on him our nature take1 ,were these exceeding favors done8 ,as we by him have honored been1 ,let us to him due honors give2 ,let us uprightness hide our sin1 ,and let us worth from him receive4 ,yea1 so let us by grace improve ,what thou by nature doth bestow1 ,that to thy dwelling-place above ,we may be raised from below4 ,,george ,,wither4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,hymn ,,before ,,sunrise1 ,,in ,,the ,,vale ,,of ,,chamouni4 ,hast thou a charm to stay the morning star ,in his steep course8 ,so long he seems to pause ,on thy bald1 awful head1 ,o sovran ,blanc6 ,the ,arve and ,arveiron at thy base ,rave ceaselessly2 but thou1 most awful ,form1 ,risest from forth thy silent sea of pines ,how silently6 ,around thee and above1 ,deep is the air and dark1 substantial1 black-- ,an ebon mass4 ,methinks thou piercest it1 ,as with a wedge6 ,but when ,i look again1 ,it is thine own calm home1 thy crystal shrine1 ,thy habitation from eternity6 ,o dread and silent ,mount6 ,i gazed upon thee1 ,till thou1 still present to the bodily sense1 ,didst vanish from my thought4 ,entranced in prayer ,i worshipped the ,invisible alone4 ,yet1 like some sweet beguiling melody1 ,so sweet we know not we are listening to it1 ,thou1 the mean while1 wast blending with my thought1-- ,yea1 with my life and life's own secret joy1-- ,till the dilating soul1 enrapt1 transfused1 ,into the mighty vision passing1 there1 ,as in her natural form1 swelled vast to ,heaven6 ,awake1 my soul6 not only passive praise ,thou owest6 not alone these swelling tears1 ,mute thanks1 and secret ecstasy6 ,awake1 ,voice of sweet song6 ,awake1 my heart1 awake6 ,green vales and icy cliffs1 all join my hymn4 ,thou first and chief1 sole sovereign of the vale6 ,o1 struggling with the darkness all the night1 ,and visited all night by troops of stars1 ,or when they climb the sky1 or when they sink1 ,companion of the morning-star at dawn1 ,thyself ,earth's rosy star1 and of the dawn ,co-herald1--wake1 ,o1 wake1 and utter praise6 ,who sank thy sunless pillars deep in earth8 ,who filled thy countenance with rosy light8 ,who made thee parent of perpetual streams8 ,and you1 ye five wild torrents fiercely glad6 ,who called you forth from night and utter death1 ,from dark and icy caverns called you forth1 ,down those precipitous1 black1 jagged rocks1 ,forever shattered and the same forever8 ,who gave you your invulnerable life1 ,your strength1 your speed1 your fury1 and your joy1 ,unceasing thunder and eternal foam8 ,and who commanded 7and the silence came71 ,here let the billows stiffen1 and have rest8 ,ye ice-falls6 ye that from the mountain's brow ,adown enormous ravines slope amain1-- ,torrents1 methinks1 that heard a mighty voice1 ,and stopped at once amid their maddest plunge6 ,motionless torrents6 silent cataracts6 ,who made you glorious as the gates of ,heaven ,beneath the keen full moon8 ,who bade the sun ,clothe you with rainbows8 ,who1 with living flowers ,of loveliest blue1 spread garlands at your feet8 ,god6--let the torrents1 like a shout of nations1 ,answer6 and let the ice-plains echo1 ,god6 ,god6 sing1 ye meadow-streams1 with gladsome voice6 ,ye pine-groves1 with your soft and soul-like sounds6 ,and they too have a voice1 yon piles of snow1 ,and in their perilous fall shall thunder1 ,god6 ,ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost6 ,ye wild goats sporting round the eagle's nest6 ,ye eagles1 playmates of the mountain-storm6 ,ye lightnings1 the dread arrows of the clouds6 ,ye signs and wonders of the elements6 ,utter forth ,god1 and fill the hills with praise6 ,thou1 too1 hoar ,mount6 with thy sky-pointing peaks1 ,oft from whose feet the avalanche1 unheard1 ,shoots downward1 glittering through the pure serene1 ,into the depth of clouds that veil thy breast1-- ,thou too again1 stupendous ,mountain6 thou ,that1 as ,i raise my head1 awhile bowed low ,in adoration1 upward from thy base ,slow travelling with dim eyes suffused with tears1 ,solemnly seemest1 like a vapory cloud1 ,to rise before me1--,rise1 ,o1 ever rise6 ,rise1 like a cloud of incense from the ,earth6 ,thou kingly ,spirit throned among the hills1 ,thou dread ambassador from ,earth to ,heaven1 ,great ,hierarch6 tell thou the silent sky1 ,and tell the stars1 and tell yon rising sun1 ,earth with her thousand voices1 praises ,god4 ,,samuel ,,taylor ,,coleridge4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,hills ,,of ,,the ,,lord4 ,god ploughed one day with an earthquake1 ,and drove his furrows deep6 ,the huddling plains upstarted4 ,the hills were all a-leap6 ,but that is the mountains' secret1 ,age-hidden in their breast2 ,god's peace is everlasting1 ,are the dream-words of their rest4 ,he hath made them the haunt of beauty1 ,the home elect of his grace2 ,he spreadeth his mornings on them1 ,his sunsets light their face4 ,his thunders tread in music ,of footfalls echoing long1 ,and carry majestic greeting ,around the silent throng4 ,his winds bring messages to them1 ,wild storm-news from the main2 ,they sing it down to the valleys ,in the love-song of the rain4 ,green tribes from far come trooping1 ,and over the uplands flock2 ,he weaveth the zones together ,in robes for his risen rock4 ,they are nurseries for young rivers2 ,nests for his flying cloud2 ,homesteads for new-born races1 ,masterful1 free1 and proud4 ,the people of tired cities ,come up to their shrines and pray2 ,god freshens again within them1 ,as he passes by all day4 ,and lo1 ,i have caught their secret1 ,the beauty deeper than all4 ,this faith--that life's hard moments1 ,when the jarring sorrows befall1 ,are but ,god ploughing his mountains2 ,and the mountains yet shall be ,the source of his grace and freshness ,and his peace everlasting to me4 ,,william ,,channing ,,gannett4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,sunrise4 ,as on my bed at dawn ,i mused and prayed1 ,i saw my lattice prankt upon the wall1 ,the flaunting leaves and flitting birds withal-- ,a sunny phantom interlaced with shade2 ,thanks be to ,heaven1 in happy mood ,i said1 ,what sweeter aid my matins could befall ,than this fair glory from the east hath made8 ,what holy sleights hath ,god1 the ,lord of all1 ,to bid us feel and see6 ,we are not free ,to say we see not1 for the glory comes ,nightly and daily1 like the flowing sea2 ,his lustre pierces through the midnight glooms1 ,and at prime hours1 behold6 he follows me ,with golden shadows to my secret rooms4 ,,charles ,,tennyson ,,turner4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,god ,,and ,,man4 ,,from ,,the ,,essay ,,on ,,man1 ,,epistles ,i ,,and ,,iv4 ,lo1 the poor ,indian6 whose untutored mind ,sees ,god in clouds1 or hears him in the wind3 ,his soul1 proud science never taught to stray ,far as the solar walk or ,milky ,way3 ,yet simple ,nature to his hope has given1 ,behind the cloud-topt hill1 an humbler heaven2 ,some safer world in depth of woods embraced1 ,some happier island in the watery waste1 ,where slaves once more their native land behold1 ,no fiends torment1 no ,christians thirst for gold4 ,to ,be1 contents his natural desire2 ,he asks no angel's wing1 no seraph's fire2 ,but thinks1 admitted to that equal sky1 ,his faithful dog shall bear him company4 ,go1 wiser thou6 and in thy scale of sense1 ,weigh thy opinion against ,providence3 ,call imperfection what thou fancy'st such1-- ,say1 here he gives too little1 there too much2 ,destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust1 ,yet cry1 ,if man's unhappy1 ,god's unjust1-- ,if man alone engross not ,heaven's high care1 ,alone made perfect here1 immortal there2 ,snatch from his hand the balance and the rod1 ,re-judge his justice1 be the god of ,god4 ,in pride1 in reasoning pride1 our error lies2 ,all quit their sphere1 and rush into the skies4 ,pride still is aiming at the blest abodes3 ,men would be angels1 angels would be gods4 ,aspiring to be gods1 if angels fell1 ,aspiring to be angels1 men rebel2 ,and who but wishes to invert the laws ,of ,order1 sins against the ,eternal ,cause4 99 99 99 99 99 ,all are but parts of one stupendous whole1 ,whose body ,nature is1 and ,god the soul3 ,that1 changed through all1 and yet in all the same2 ,great in the earth as in the ethereal frame2 ,warms in the sun1 refreshes in the breeze1 ,glows in the stars1 and blossoms in the trees1 ,lives through all life1 extends through all extent1 ,spreads undivided1 operates unspent3 ,breathes in our soul1 informs our mortal part1 ,as full1 as perfect1 in a hair as heart2 ,as full1 as perfect1 in vile man that mourns1 ,as the rapt seraph that adores and burns3 ,to him no high1 no low1 no great1 no small2 ,he fills1 he bounds1 connects1 and equals all4 ,cease then1 nor order imperfection name3 ,our proper bliss depends on what we blame4 ,know thy own point3 ,this kind1 this due degree ,of blindness1 weakness1 ,heaven bestows on thee4 ,submit4--,in this or any other sphere1 ,secure to be as blest as thou canst bear2 ,safe in the hand of one disposing ,power1 ,or in the natal or the mortal hour4 ,all nature is but art unknown to thee2 ,all chance1 direction which thou canst not see2 ,all discord1 harmony not understood2 ,all partial evil1 universal good3 ,and1 spite of pride1 in erring reason's spite1 ,one truth is clear--,whatever is1 is right4 99 99 99 99 99 ,order is ,heaven's first law3 and1 this confest1 ,some are and must be greater than the rest1 ,more rich1 more wise2 but who infers from hence ,that such are happier1 shocks all common-sense4 ,heaven to mankind impartial we confess1 ,if all are equal in their happiness3 ,but mutual wants this happiness increase2 ,all nature's difference keeps all nature's peace4 ,condition1 circumstance1 is not the thing3 ,bliss is the same in subject or in king1 ,in who obtain defence or who defend1 ,in him who is or him who finds a friend2 ,heaven breathes through every member of the whole ,one common blessing1 as one common soul4 ,,alexander ,,pope4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,light ,,shining ,,out ,,of ,,darkness4 ,god moves in a mysterious way ,his wonders to perform2 ,he plants ,his footsteps in the sea1 ,and rides upon the storm4 ,deep in unfathomable mines ,of never-failing skill1 ,he treasures up ,his bright designs1 ,and works ,his sovereign will4 ,ye fearful1 fresh courage take6 ,the clouds ye so much dread ,are big with mercy1 and shall break ,in blessings on your head4 ,judge not the ,lord by feeble sense4 ,but trust ,him for ,his grace3 ,behind a frowning providence ,he hides a smiling face4 ,his purposes will ripen fast1 ,unfolding every hour2 ,the bud may have a bitter taste4 ,but sweet will be the flower4 ,blind unbelief is sure to err1 ,and scan ,his work in vain3 ,god is ,his own interpreter1 ,and ,he will make it plain4 ,,william ,,cowper4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,god4 ,o thou eternal ,one6 whose presence bright ,all space doth occupy1 all motion guide4 ,unchanged through time's all-devastating flight6 ,thou only ,god--there is no ,god beside6 ,being above all beings6 ,mighty ,one1 ,whom none can comprehend and none explore6 ,who fill'st existence with ,thyself alone-- ,embracing all1 supporting1 ruling o'er1 ,being whom we call ,god1 and know no more6 ,in its sublime research1 philosophy ,may measure out the ocean-deep--may count ,the sands or the sun's rays--but1 ,god6 for ,thee ,there is no weight nor measure2 none can mount ,up to ,thy mysteries2 ,reason's brightest spark1 ,though kindled by ,thy light1 in vain would try ,to trace ,thy counsels1 infinite and dark2 ,and thought is lost ere thought can soar so high1 ,even like past moments in eternity4 ,thou from primeval nothingness didst call ,first chaos1 then existence--,lord6 in ,thee ,eternity had its foundation2 all ,sprung forth from ,thee--of light1 joy1 harmony1 ,sole ,origin--all life1 all beauty ,thine2 ,thy word created all1 and doth create2 ,thy splendor fills all space with rays divine2 ,thou art1 and wert1 and shall be6 ,glorious6 ,great6 ,light-giving1 life-sustaining potentate6 ,thy chains the unmeasured universe surround-- ,upheld by ,thee1 by ,thee inspired with breath6 ,thou the beginning with the end hast bound1 ,and beautifully mingled life and death6 ,as sparks mount upwards from the fiery blaze2 ,so suns are born1 so worlds spring forth from ,thee2 ,and as the spangles in the sunny rays ,shine round the silver snow1 the pageantry ,of heaven's bright army glitters in ,thy praise4 ,a million torches lighted by ,thy hand ,wander unwearied through the blue abyss-- ,they own ,thy power1 accomplish ,thy command1 ,all gay with life1 all eloquent with bliss4 ,what shall we call them8 ,piles of crystal light-- ,a glorious company of golden streams-- ,lamps of celestial ether burning bright-- ,suns lighting systems with their joyous beams8 ,but ,thou to these art as the noon to night4 ,yes6 as a drop of water in the sea1 ,all this magnificence in ,thee is lost3-- ,what are ten thousand worlds compared to ,thee8 ,and what am ,i then8--,heaven's unnumbered host1 ,though multiplied by myriads1 and arrayed ,in all the glory of sublimest thought1 ,is but an atom in the balance1 weighed ,against ,thy greatness--is a cipher brought ,against infinity6 ,what am ,i then8 ,naught6 ,naught6 ,but the effluence of ,thy light divine1 ,pervading worlds1 hath reached my bosom too2 ,yes6 in my spirit doth ,thy spirit shine1 ,as shines the sunbeam in a drop of dew4 ,naught6 but ,i live1 and on hope's pinions fly ,eager towards ,thy presence--for in ,thee ,i live1 and breathe1 and dwell1 aspiring high1 ,even to the throne of ,thy divinity2 ,i am1 ,o ,god6 and surely ,thou must be6 ,thou art6--directing1 guiding all--,thou art6 ,direct my understanding then to ,thee2 ,control my spirit1 guide my wandering heart2 ,though but an atom midst immensity1 ,still ,i am something fashioned by ,thy hand6 ,i hold a middle rank 'twixt heaven and earth-- ,on the last verge of mortal being stand1 ,close to the realms where angels have their birth1 ,just on the boundaries of the spirit land6 ,the chain of being is complete in me-- ,in me is matter's last gradation lost1 ,and the next step is spirit--,deity6 ,i can command the lightning and am dust6 ,a monarch and a slave--a worm1 a god6 ,whence came ,i here1 and how8 so marvellously ,constructed and conceived8 unknown6 this clod ,lives surely through some higher energy2 ,for from itself alone it could not be6 ,creator1 yes6 ,thy wisdom and ,thy word ,created me6 ,thou source of life and good6 ,thou spirit of my spirit1 and my ,lord6 ,thy light1 ,thy love1 in their bright plenitude ,filled me with an immortal soul1 to spring ,over the abyss of death2 and bade it wear ,the garments of eternal day1 and wing ,its heavenly flight beyond this little sphere1 ,even to its source1 to ,thee1 its author there4 ,oh thoughts ineffable6 oh visions blest6 ,though worthless our conceptions all of ,thee4 ,yet shall ,thy shadowed image fill our breast1 ,and waft its homage to ,thy deity4 ,god6 thus alone my lowly thoughts can soar1 ,thus seek ,thy presence--,being wise and good6 ,midst ,thy vast works admire1 obey1 adore2 ,and when the tongue is eloquent no more1 ,the soul shall speak in tears of gratitude4 ,from the ,russian of ,,gavri,l ,,rom,,novitch ,,dersh,,vin4 ,translation of ,,sir ,,john ,,bowring4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,god ,,is ,,everywhere4 ,a trodden daisy1 from the sward1 ,with tearful eye ,i took1 ,and on its ruined glories ,i1 ,with moving heart1 did look2 ,for1 crushed and broken though it was1 ,that little flower was fair2 ,and oh6 ,i loved the dying bud1 ,for ,god was there6 ,i stood upon the sea-beat shore1 ,the waves came rushing on2 ,the tempest raged in giant wrath1 ,the light of day was gone4 ,the sailor from his drowning bark ,sent up his dying prayer2 ,i looked amid the ruthless storm1 ,and ,god was there6 ,i sought a lonely1 woody dell1 ,where all things soft and sweet1 ,birds1 flowers1 and trees1 and running streams1 ,mid bright sunshine did meet3 ,i stood beneath an old oak's shade1 ,and summer round was fair2 ,i gazed upon the peaceful scene1 ,and ,god was there6 ,i saw a home--a happy home-- ,upon a bridal day1 ,and youthful hearts were blithesome there1 ,and aged hearts were gay3 ,i sat amid the smiling band ,where all so blissful were-- ,among the bridal maidens sweet-- ,and ,god was there6 ,i stood beside an infant's couch1 ,when light had left its eye-- ,i saw the mother's bitter tears1 ,i heard her woful cry-- ,i saw her kiss its fair pale face1 ,and smooth its yellow hair2 ,and oh1 ,i loved the mourner's home1 ,for ,god was there6 ,i sought a cheerless wilderness-- ,a desert1 pathless wild-- ,where verdure grew not by the streams1 ,where beauty never smiled2 ,where desolation brooded o'er ,a muirland lone and bare1 ,and awe upon my spirit crept1 ,for ,god was there6 ,i looked upon the lowly flower1 ,and on each blade of grass2 ,upon the forests1 wide and deep1 ,i saw the tempests pass3 ,i gazed on all created things ,in earth1 in sea1 and air2 ,then bent the knee--for ,god1 in love1 ,was everywhere6 ,,robert ,,nicoll4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,rocked ,,in ,,the ,,cradle ,,of ,,the ,,deep4 ,rocked in the cradle of the deep ,i lay me down in peace to sleep2 ,secure ,i rest upon the wave1 ,for thou1 ,o ,lord6 hast power to save4 ,i know thou wilt not slight my call1 ,for thou dost mark the sparrow's fall2 ,and calm and peaceful shall ,i sleep1 ,rocked in the cradle of the deep4 ,when in the dead of night ,i lie ,and gaze upon the trackless sky1 ,the star-bespangled heavenly scroll1 ,the boundless waters as they roll1-- ,i feel thy wondrous power to save ,from perils of the stormy wave3 ,rocked in the cradle of the deep1 ,i calmly rest and soundly sleep4 ,and such the trust that still were mine1 ,though stormy winds swept o'er the brine1 ,or though the tempest's fiery breath ,roused me from sleep to wreck and death4 ,in ocean cave1 still safe with ,thee ,the germ of immortality6 ,and calm and peaceful shall ,i sleep1 ,rocked in the cradle of the deep4 ,,emma ,,hart ,,willard4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,good-,,bye4 ,good-bye1 proud world1 ,i'm going home3 ,thou art not my friend1 and ,i'm not thine4 ,long through thy weary crowds ,i roam2 ,a river-ark on the ocean brine1 ,long ,i've been tossed like the driven foam1 ,but now1 proud world1 ,i'm going home4 ,good-bye to ,flattery's fawning face2 ,to ,grandeur with his wise grimace2 ,to upstart ,wealth's averted eye2 ,to supple ,office1 low and high2 ,to crowded halls1 to court and street2 ,to frozen hearts and hasting feet2 ,to those who go1 and those who come2 ,good-bye1 proud world6 ,i'm going home4 ,i'm going to my own hearth-stone1 ,bosomed in yon green hills alone1-- ,a secret nook in a pleasant land1 ,whose groves the frolic fairies planned2 ,where arches green1 the livelong day1 ,echo the blackbird's roundelay1 ,and vulgar feet have never trod ,a spot that is sacred to thought and ,god4 ,o1 when ,i am safe in my sylvan home1 ,i tread on the pride of ,greece and ,rome2 ,and when ,i am stretched beneath the pines1 ,where the evening star so holy shines1 ,i laugh at the lore and the pride of man1 ,at the sophist schools1 and the learned clan2 ,for what are they all in their high conceit1 ,when man in the bush with ,god may meet8 ,,ralph ,,waldo ,,emerson4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,our ,,god1 ,,our ,,help ,,in ,,ages ,,past4 ,our ,god1 our help in ages past1 ,our hope for years to come1 ,our shelter from the stormy blast1 ,and our eternal home1-- ,under the shadow of thy throne ,thy saints have dwelt secure2 ,sufficient is thine arm alone1 ,and our defence is sure4 ,before the hills in order stood1 ,or earth received her frame1 ,from everlasting thou art ,god1 ,to endless years the same4 ,a thousand ages in thy sight ,are like an evening gone2 ,short as the watch that ends the night ,before the rising sun4 ,time like an ever-rolling stream ,bears all its sons away2 ,they fly1 forgotten1 as a dream ,dies at the opening day4 ,our ,god1 our help in ages past1 ,our hope for years to come1 ,be thou our guard while troubles last1 ,and our eternal home4 ,,isaac ,,watts4 99 99 99 99 99 ,a ,,mighty ,,fortress ,,is ,,our ,,god4 ,,ein' ,,feste ,,burg ,,ist ,,unser ,,gott4 ,a mighty fortress is our ,god1 ,a bulwark never failing2 ,our helper he amid the flood ,of mortal ills prevailing4 ,for still our ancient foe ,doth seek to work us woe2 ,his craft and power are great1 ,and1 armed with equal hate1 ,on earth is not his equal4 ,did we in our own strength confide1 ,our striving would be losing2 ,were not the right man on our side1 ,the man of ,god's own choosing4 ,dost ask who that may be8 ,christ ,jesus1 it is he1 ,lord ,sabaoth his name1 ,from age to age the same1 ,and he must win the battle4 ,from the ,german of ,,martin ,,luther4 ,translation of ,,frederic ,,henry ,,hedge4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,delight ,,in ,,god4 ,i love1 and have some cause to love1 the earth1-- ,she is my ,maker's creature1 therefore good2 ,she is my mother1 for she gave me birth2 ,she is my tender nurse1 she gives me food3 ,but what's a creature1 ,lord1 compared with thee8 ,or what's my mother or my nurse to me8 ,i love the air1--her dainty sweets refresh ,my drooping soul1 and to new sweets invite me2 ,her shrill-mouthed choir sustain me with their flesh1 ,and with their polyphonian notes delight me3 ,but what's the air1 or all the sweets that she ,can bless my soul withal1 compared to thee8 ,i love the sea1--she is my fellow-creature1 ,my careful purveyor2 she provides me store2 ,she walls me round2 she makes my diet greater2 ,she wafts my treasure from a foreign shore3 ,but1 ,lord of oceans1 when compared with thee1 ,what is the ocean or her wealth to me8 ,to heaven's high city ,i direct my journey1 ,whose spangled suburbs entertain mine eye2 ,mine eye1 by contemplation's great attorney1 ,transcends the crystal pavement of the sky3 ,but what is heaven1 great ,god1 compared to thee8 ,without thy presence1 heaven's no heaven to me4 ,without thy presence1 earth gives no refection2 ,without thy presence1 sea affords no treasure2 ,without thy presence1 air's a rank infection2 ,without thy presence1 heaven's itself no pleasure3 ,if not possessed1 if not enjoyed in thee1 ,what's earth1 or sea1 or air1 or heaven to me8 ,the highest honors that the world can boast ,are subjects far too low for my desire2 ,the brightest beams of glory are1 at most1 ,but dying sparkles of thy living fire2 ,the loudest flames that earth can kindle be ,but nightly glow-worms1 if compared to thee4 ,without thy presence1 wealth is bags of cares2 ,wisdom but folly2 joy1 disquiet--sadness2 ,friendship is treason1 and delights are snares2 ,pleasures but pain1 and mirth but pleasing madness2 ,without thee1 ,lord1 things be not what they be1 ,nor have their being1 when compared with thee4 ,in having all things1 and not thee1 what have ,i8 ,not having thee1 what have my labors got8 ,let me enjoy but thee1 what further crave ,i8 ,and having thee alone1 what have ,i not8 ,i wish nor sea nor land2 nor would ,i be ,possessed of heaven1 heaven unpossessed of thee6 ,,francis ,,quarles4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,will ,,of ,,god4 ,i worship thee1 sweet will of ,god6 ,and all thy ways adore2 ,and every day ,i live1 ,i seem ,to love thee more and more4 ,thou wert the end1 the blessd rule ,of our ,saviour's toils and tears2 ,thou wert the passion of his heart ,those three and thirty years4 ,and he hath breathed into my soul ,a special love of thee1 ,a love to lose my will in his1 ,and by that loss be free4 ,i love to see thee bring to naught ,the plans of wily men2 ,when simple hearts outwit the wise1 ,oh1 thou art loveliest then4 ,the headstrong world it presses hard ,upon the church full oft1 ,and then how easily thou turn'st ,the hard ways into soft4 ,i love to kiss each print where thou ,hast set thine unseen feet2 ,i cannot fear thee1 blessd will6 ,thine empire is so sweet4 ,when obstacles and trials seem ,like prison walls to be1 ,i do the little ,i can do1 ,and leave the rest to thee4 ,i know not what it is to doubt1 ,my heart is ever gay2 ,i run no risk1 for1 come what will1 ,thou always hast thy way4 ,i have no cares1 ,o blessd will6 ,for all my cares are thine3 ,i live in triumph1 ,lord6 for thou ,hast made thy triumphs mine4 ,and when it seems no chance or change ,from grief can set me free1 ,hope finds its strength in helplessness1 ,and gayly waits on thee4 ,man's weakness1 waiting upon ,god1 ,its end can never miss1 ,for men on earth no work can do ,more angel-like than this4 ,ride on1 ride on1 triumphantly1 ,thou glorious will1 ride on6 ,faith's pilgrim sons behind thee take ,the road that thou hast gone4 ,he always wins who sides with ,god1 ,to him no chance is lost2 ,god's will is sweetest to him1 when ,it triumphs at his cost4 ,ill that he blesses is our good1 ,and unblessed good is ill2 ,and all is right that seems most wrong4 ,if it be his sweet will4 ,,frederick ,,william ,,faber4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,voyage4 ,whichever way the wind doth blow1 ,some heart is glad to have it so2 ,then blow it east or blow it west1 ,the wind that blows1 that wind is best4 ,my little craft sails not alone3 ,a thousand fleets from every zone ,are out upon a thousand seas2 ,and what for me were favoring breeze ,might dash another1 with the shock ,of doom1 upon some hidden rock4 ,and so ,i do not dare to pray ,for winds to waft me on my way1 ,but leave it to a ,higher ,will ,to stay or speed me2 trusting still ,that all is well1 and sure that ,he ,who launched my bark will sail with me ,through storm and calm1 and will not fail1 ,whatever breezes may prevail1 ,to land me1 every peril past1 ,within his sheltering heaven at last4 ,then1 whatsoever wind doth blow1 ,my heart is glad to have it so2 ,and blow it east or blow it west1 ,the wind that blows1 that wind is best4 ,,caroline ,,atherton ,,mason4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,love ,,of ,,god4 ,thou ,grace ,divine1 encircling all1 ,a soundless1 shoreless sea6 ,wherein at last our souls must fall1 ,o ,love of ,god most free6 ,when over dizzy heights we go1 ,one soft hand blinds our eyes1 ,the other leads us1 safe and slow1 ,o ,love of ,god most wise6 ,and though we turn us from thy face1 ,and wander wide and long1 ,thou hold'st us still in thine embrace1 ,o ,love of ,god most strong6 ,the saddened heart1 the restless soul1 ,the toil-worn frame and mind1 ,alike confess thy sweet control1 ,o ,love of ,god most kind6 ,but not alone thy care we claim1 ,our wayward steps to win2 ,we know thee by a dearer name1 ,o ,love of ,god within6 ,and1 filled and quickened by thy breath1 ,our souls are strong and free ,to rise o'er sin and fear and death1 ,o ,love of ,god1 to thee6 ,,eliza ,,scudder4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,praise ,,to ,,god4 ,praise to ,god1 immortal praise1 ,for the love that crowns our days-- ,bounteous source of every joy1 ,let ,thy praise our tongues employ6 ,for the blessings of the field1 ,for the stores the gardens yield1 ,for the vine's exalted juice1 ,for the generous olive's use2 ,flocks that1 whiten all the plain1 ,yellow sheaves of ripened grain1 ,clouds that drop their fattening dews1 ,suns that temperate warmth diffuse-- ,all that ,spring1 with bounteous hand1 ,scatters o'er the smiling land2 ,all that liberal ,autumn pours ,from her rich o'erflowing stores3 ,these to ,thee1 my ,god1 we owe-- ,source whence all our blessings flow6 ,and for these my soul shall raise ,grateful vows and solemn praise4 ,yet should rising whirlwinds tear ,from its stem the ripening ear-- ,should the fig-tree's blasted shoot ,drop her green untimely fruit-- ,should the vine put forth no more1 ,nor the olive yield her store-- ,though the sickening flocks should fall1 ,and the herds desert the stall-- ,should ,thine altered hand restrain ,the early and the latter rain1 ,blast each opening bud of joy1 ,and the rising year destroy2 ,yet to ,thee my soul should raise ,grateful vows and solemn praise1 ,and when every blessing's flown1 ,love ,thee--for ,thyself alone4 ,,anna ,,laetitia ,,barbauld4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,lead1 ,,kindly ,,light4 ,lead1 kindly ,light1 amid the encircling gloom1 ,lead thou me on6 ,the night is dark1 and ,i am far from home1-- ,lead thou me on6 ,keep thou my feet2 ,i do not ask to see ,the distant scene1--one step enough for me4 ,i was not ever thus1 nor prayed that thou ,shouldst lead me on3 ,i loved to choose and see my path1 but now ,lead thou me on6 ,i loved the garish days1 and1 spite of fears1 ,pride ruled my will3 remember not past years4 ,so long thy power hath blessed me1 sure it still ,will lead me on2 ,o'er moor and fen1 o'er crag and torrent1 till ,the night is gone2 ,and with the morn those angel faces smile ,which ,i have loved long since1 and lost awhile4 ,,john ,,henry ,,newman4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,eternal ,,goodness4 ,o friends6 with whom my feet have trod ,the quiet aisles of prayer1 ,glad witness to your zeal for ,god ,and love of man ,i bear4 ,i trace your lines of argument2 ,your logic linked and strong ,i weigh as one who dreads dissent1 ,and fears a doubt as wrong4 ,but still my human hands are weak ,to hold your iron creeds3 ,against the words ye bid me speak ,my heart within me pleads4 ,who fathoms the ,eternal ,thought8 ,who talks of scheme and plan8 ,the ,lord is ,god6 ,he needeth not ,the poor device of man4 ,i walk with bare1 hushed feet the ground ,ye tread with boldness shod2 ,i dare not fix with mete and bound ,the love and power of ,god4 ,ye praise ,his justice2 even such ,his pitying love ,i deem3 ,ye seek a king2 ,i fain would touch ,the robe that hath no seam4 ,ye see the curse which overbroods ,a world of pain and loss3 ,i hear our ,lord's beatitudes ,and prayer upon the cross4 ,more than your schoolmen teach1 within ,myself1 alas6 ,i know3 ,too dark ye cannot paint the sin1 ,too small the merit show4 ,i bow my forehead to the dust1 ,i veil mine eyes for shame1 ,and urge1 in trembling self-distrust1 ,a prayer without a claim4 ,i see the wrong that round me lies1 ,i feel the guilt within2 ,i hear1 with groan and travail-cries1 ,the world confess its sin4 ,yet1 in the maddening maze of things1 ,and tossed by storm and flood1 ,to one fixed trust my spirit clings2 ,i know that ,god is good6 ,not mine to look where cherubim ,and seraphs may not see1 ,but nothing can be good in ,him ,which evil is in me4 ,the wrong that pains my soul below ,i dare not throne above1 ,i know not of ,his hate1--,i know ,his goodness and ,his love4 ,i dimly guess from blessings known ,of greater out of sight1 ,and1 with the chastened ,psalmist1 own ,his judgments too are right4 ,i long for household voices gone1 ,for vanished smiles ,i long1 ,but ,god hath led my dear ones on1 ,and ,he can do no wrong4 ,i know not what the future hath ,of marvel or surprise4 ,assured alone that life and death ,his mercy underlies4 ,and if my heart and flesh are weak ,to bear an untried pain1 ,the bruisd reed ,he will not break1 ,but strengthen and sustain4 ,no offering of my own ,i have4 ,nor works my faith to prove2 ,i can but give the gifts ,he gave1 ,and plead ,his love for love4 ,and so beside the ,silent ,sea ,i wait the muffled oar2 ,no harm from ,him can come to me ,on ocean or on shore4 ,i know not where ,his islands lift ,their fronded palms in air2 ,i only know ,i cannot drift ,beyond ,his love and care4 ,o brothers6 if my faith is vain1 ,if hopes like these betray1 ,pray for me that my feet may gain ,the sure and safer way4 ,and ,thou1 ,o ,lord6 by whom are seen ,thy creatures as they be1 ,forgive me if too close ,i lean ,my human heart on ,thee6 ,,john ,,greenleaf ,,whittier4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,strong ,,son ,,of ,,god1 ,,immortal ,,love4 ,,from ,,in ,,memoriam1 ,,introduction4 ,strong ,son of ,god1 immortal ,love1 ,whom we1 that have not seen thy face1 ,by faith1 and faith alone1 embrace1 ,believing where we cannot prove2 ,thine are these orbs of light and shade2 ,thou madest ,life in man and brute2 ,thou madest ,death2 and lo1 thy foot ,is on the skull which thou hast made4 ,thou wilt not leave us in the dust3 ,thou madest man1 he knows not why2 ,he thinks he was not made to die2 ,and thou hast made him3 thou art just4 ,thou seemest human and divine1 ,the highest1 holiest manhood1 thou3 ,our wills are ours1 we know not how2 ,our wills are ours1 to make them thine4 ,our little systems have their day2 ,they have their day and cease to be3 ,they are but broken lights of thee1 ,and thou1 ,o ,lord1 art more than they4 ,we have but faith3 we cannot know2 ,for knowledge is of things we see2 ,and yet we trust it comes from thee1 ,a beam in darkness3 let it grow4 ,let knowledge grow from more to more1 ,but more of reverence in us dwell2 ,that mind and soul1 according well1 ,may make one music as before1 ,but vaster4 ,we are fools and slight2 ,we mock thee when we do not fear3 ,but help thy foolish ones to bear2 ,help thy vain worlds to bear thy light4 ,forgive what seemed my sin in me2 ,what seemed my worth since ,i began2 ,for merit lives from man to man1 ,and not from man1 ,o ,lord1 to thee4 ,forgive my grief for one removed1 ,thy creature1 whom ,i found so fair4 ,i trust he lives in thee1 and there ,i find him worthier to be loved4 ,forgive these wild and wandering cries1 ,confusions of a wasted youth2 ,forgive them where they fail in truth1 ,and in thy wisdom make me wise4 ,,alfred1 ,,lord ,,tennyson4 99 99 99 99 99 ,o ,,little ,,town ,,of ,,bethlehem4 ,o little town of ,bethlehem1 ,how still we see thee lie6 ,above thy deep and dreamless sleep ,the silent stars go by2 ,yet in thy dark streets shineth ,the everlasting ,light2 ,the hopes and fears of all the years ,are met in thee to-night4 ,for ,christ is born of ,mary1 ,and1 gathered all above4 ,while mortals sleep1 the angels keep ,their watch of wondering love4 ,o morning stars1 together ,proclaim the holy birth6 ,and praises sing to ,god the ,king1 ,and peace to men on earth4 ,how silently1 how silently1 ,the wondrous gift is given6 ,so ,god imparts to human hearts ,the blessings of ,his heaven4 ,no ear may hear ,his coming1 ,but in this world of sin1 ,where meek souls will receive ,him still1 ,the dear ,christ enters in4 ,o holy ,child of ,bethlehem6 ,descend to us1 we pray2 ,cast out our sin1 and enter in1 ,be born in us to-day4 ,we hear the ,christmas angels ,the great glad tidings tell2 ,oh come to us1 abide with us1 ,our ,lord ,emmanuel6 ,,phillips ,,brooks4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,angels' ,,song4 ,it came upon the midnight clear1 ,that glorious song of old1 ,from angels bending near the earth ,to touch their harps of gold3 ,peace to the earth1 good-will to men ,from heaven's all-gracious ,king6 ,the world in solemn stillness lay ,to hear the angels sing4 ,still through the cloven skies they come1 ,with peaceful wings unfurled2 ,and still their heavenly music floats ,o'er all the weary world3 ,above its sad and lowly plains ,they bend on heavenly wing1 ,and ever o'er its ,babel sounds ,the blessd angels sing4 ,yet with the woes of sin and strife ,the world has suffered long2 ,beneath the angel-strain have rolled ,two thousand years of wrong2 ,and man1 at war with man1 hears not ,the love-song which they bring3 ,o1 hush the noise1 ye men of strife1 ,and hear the angels sing6 ,and ye1 beneath life's crushing load ,whose forms are bending low2 ,who toil along the climbing way ,with painful steps and slow1-- ,look now6 for glad and golden hours ,come swiftly on the wing2 ,o1 rest beside the weary road1 ,and hear the angels sing4 ,for lo6 the days are hastening on1 ,by prophet-bards foretold1 ,when with the ever-circling years ,comes round the age of gold2 ,when ,peace shall over all the earth ,its ancient splendors fling1 ,and the whole world send back the song ,which now the angels sing4 ,,edmund ,,hamilton ,,sears4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,epiphany4 ,we have seen his star in the east4 --,,matthew ii4 #b4 ,brightest and best of the sons of the morning1 ,dawn on our darkness1 and lend us thine aid2 ,star of the ,east1 the horizon adorning1 ,guide where our infant ,redeemer is laid4 ,cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining1 ,low lies his head with the beasts of the stall2 ,angels adore him in slumber reclining1 ,maker and ,monarch and ,saviour of all4 ,say1 shall we yield him1 in costly devotion1 ,odors of ,edom1 and offerings divine8 ,gems of the mountain1 and pearls of the ocean1 ,myrrh from the forest1 or gold from the mine8 ,vainly we offer each ample oblation1 ,vainly with gifts would his favor secure2 ,richer by far is the heart's adoration1 ,dearer to ,god are the prayers of the poor4 ,brightest and best of the sons of the morning1 ,dawn on our darkness1 and lend us thine aid3 ,star of the ,east1 the horizon adorning1 ,guide where our infant ,redeemer is laid4 ,,reginald ,,heber4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,on ,,the ,,morning ,,of ,,christ',s ,,nativity4 ,this is the month1 and this the happy morn1 ,wherein the ,son of heaven's eternal king1 ,of wedded maid and virgin mother born1 ,our great redemption from above did bring-- ,for so the holy sages once did sing-- ,that ,he our deadly forfeit should release1 ,and with ,his ,father work us a perpetual peace4 ,that glorious form1 that light unsufferable1 ,and that far-beaming blaze of majesty ,wherewith ,he wont at heaven's high council-table ,to sit the midst of ,trinal ,unity1 ,he laid aside2 and here with us to be1 ,forsook the courts of everlasting day1 ,and chose with us a darksome house of mortal clay4 ,say1 heavenly muse1 shall not thy sacred vein ,afford a present to the infant ,god8 ,hast thou no verse1 no hymn1 or solemn strain1 ,to welcome ,him to this ,his new abode-- ,now while the heaven1 by the sun's team untrod1 ,hath took no print of the approaching light1 ,and all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright8 ,see how from far upon the eastern road ,the star-led wizards haste with odors sweet6 ,oh6 run1 prevent them with thy humble ode1 ,and lay it lowly at ,his blessed feet2 ,have thou the honor first thy ,lord to greet1 ,and join thy voice unto the angel choir1 ,from out ,his secret altar touched with hallowed fire4 ,,the ,,hymn4 ,it was the winter wild ,while the heaven-born child ,all meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies-- ,nature1 in awe to ,him1 ,had doffed her gaudy trim1 ,with her great ,master so to sympathize2 ,it was no season then for her ,to wanton with the sun1 her lusty paramour4 ,only with speeches fair ,she woos the gentle air ,to hide her guilty front with innocent snow1 ,and on her naked shame4 ,pollute with sinful blame1 ,the saintly veil of maiden white to throw-- ,confounded that her maker's eyes ,should look so near upon her foul deformities4 ,but ,he1 her fears to cease1 ,sent down the meek-eyed ,peace2 ,she1 crowned with olive green1 came softly sliding ,down through the turning sphere1 ,his ready harbinger1 ,with turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing2 ,and waving wide her myrtle wand1 ,she strikes a universal peace through sea and land4 ,nor war1 or battle's sound1 ,was heard the world around-- ,the idle spear and shield were high up hung2 ,the hookd chariot stood ,unstained with hostile blood2 ,the trumpet spake not to the armed throng2 ,and kings sat still with awful eye1 ,as if they surely knew their sovereign ,lord was by4 ,but peaceful was the night ,wherein the prince of light ,his reign of peace upon the earth began2 ,the winds1 with wonder whist1 ,smoothly the waters kissed1 ,whispering new joys to the mild ocean1 ,who now hath quite forgot to rave1 ,while birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave4 ,the stars with deep amaze ,stand fixed in steadfast gaze1 ,bending one way their precious influence2 ,and will not take their flight ,for all the morning light1 ,or ,lucifer that often warned them thence2 ,but in their glimmering orbs did glow ,until their ,lord himself bespake1 and bid them go4 ,and though the shady gloom ,had given day her room1 ,the sun himself withheld his wonted speed1 ,and hid his head for shame1 ,as his inferior flame ,the new-enlightened world no more should need2 ,he saw a greater sun appear ,than his bright throne or burning axle-tree could bear4 ,the shepherds on the lawn1 ,or e'er the point of dawn1 ,sat simply chatting in a rustic row2 ,full little thought they then ,that the mighty ,pan ,was kindly come to live with them below2 ,perhaps their loves1 or else their sheep1 ,was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep4 ,when such music sweet ,their hearts and ears did greet ,as never was by mortal finger strook-- ,divinely-warbled voice ,answering the stringed noise1 ,as all their souls in blissful rapture took2 ,the air1 such pleasure loath to lose1 ,with thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close4 ,nature1 that heard such sound ,beneath the hollow round ,of ,cynthia's seat the airy region thrilling1 ,now was almost won ,to think her part was done4 ,and that her reign had here its last fulfilling2 ,she knew such harmony alone ,could hold all heaven and earth in happier union4 ,at last surrounds their sight ,a globe of circular light1 ,that with long beams the shamefaced night arrayed2 ,the helmd cherubim ,and sworded seraphim ,are seen in glittering ranks with wings displayed1 ,harping in loud and solemn choir1 ,with unexpressive notes1 to heaven's new-born heir-- ,such music as 7'tis said7 ,before was never made1 ,but when of old the sons of morning sung1 ,while the ,creator great ,his constellations set1 ,and the well-balanced world on hinges hung1 ,and cast the dark foundations deep1 ,and bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep4 ,ring out1 ye crystal spheres6 ,once bless our human ears1 ,if ye have power to touch our senses so2 ,and let your silver chime ,move in melodious time1 ,and let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow2 ,and with your ninefold harmony ,make up full consort to the angelic symphony4 ,for if such holy song ,inwrap our fancy long1 ,time will run back1 and fetch the age of gold2 ,and speckled vanity ,will sicken soon and die1 ,and leprous sin will melt from earthly mould2 ,and hell itself will pass away4 ,and leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day4 ,yea1 truth and justice then ,will down return to men1 ,orbed in a rainbow2 and1 like glories wearing1 ,mercy will sit between1 ,throned in celestial sheen1 ,with radiant feet the tissued clouds down steering2 ,and heaven1 as at some festival1 ,will open wide the gates of her high palace hall4 ,but wisest fate says ,no-- ,this must not yet be so2 ,the babe yet lies in smiling infancy ,that on the bitter cross ,must redeem our loss4 ,so both ,himself and us to glorify4 ,yet first to those ye chained in sleep ,the wakeful trump of doom must thunder through the deep1 ,with such a horrid clang ,as on ,mount ,sinai rang1 ,while the red fire and smould'ring clouds out-brake2 ,the aged earth1 aghast ,with terror of that blast1 ,shall from the surface to the centre shake-- ,when1 at the world's last session1 ,the dreadful judge in middle air shall spread his throne4 ,and then at last our bliss ,full and perfect is-- ,but now begins3 for from this happy day ,the old dragon1 under ground ,in straiter limits bound1 ,not half so far casts his usurpd sway1 ,and1 wroth to see his kingdom fail1 ,swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail4 ,the oracles are dumb3 ,no voice or hideous hum ,runs through the arched roof in words deceiving2 ,apollo from his shrine ,can no more divine1 ,with hollow shriek the steep of ,delphos leaving2 ,no nightly trance1 or breathd spell1 ,inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell4 ,the lonely mountains o'er1 ,and the resounding shore1 ,a voice of weeping heard and loud lament2 ,from haunted spring1 and dale ,edged with poplar pale1 ,the parting genius is with sighing sent2 ,with flower-inwoven tresses torn ,the nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn4 ,in consecrated earth1 ,and on the holy hearth1 ,the lares and lemures moan with midnight plaint2 ,in urns and altars round ,a drear and dying sound ,affrights the flamens at their service quaint2 ,and the chill marble seems to sweat1 ,while each peculiar power forgoes his wonted seat4 ,peor and ,balim ,forsake their temples dim1 ,with that twice-battered god of ,palestine2 ,and moond ,ashtaroth1 ,heaven's queen and mother both4 ,now sits not girt with tapers' holy shine2 ,the ,lybic ,hammon shrinks his horn-- ,in vain the ,tyrian maids their wounded ,thammuz mourn4 ,and sullen ,moloch fled1 ,hath left in shadows dread ,his burning idol all of blackest hue2 ,in vain1 with cymbal's ring1 ,they call the grisly king1 ,in dismal dance about the furnace blue2 ,the brutish gods of ,nile as fast-- ,isis and ,orus1 and the dog ,anubis--haste4 ,nor is ,osiris seen ,in ,memphian grove or green1 ,trampling the unshowered grass with lowings loud1 ,nor can he be at rest ,within his sacred chest-- ,naught but profoundest hell can be his shroud2 ,in vain1 with timbrelled anthems dark4 ,the sable-stoled sorcerers bear his worshipped ark4 ,he feels from ,juda's land ,the dreaded infant's hand-- ,the rays of ,bethlehem blind his dusky eyne2 ,nor all the gods beside ,longer dare abide-- ,not ,typhon huge1 ending in snaky twine2 ,our babe1 to show ,his ,god-head true1 ,can in ,his swaddling-bands control the damnd crew4 ,so1 when the sun in bed1 ,curtained with cloudy red1 ,pillows his chin upon an orient wave1 ,the flocking shadows pale ,troop to the infernal jail-- ,each fettered ghost slips to his several grave2 ,and the yellow-skirted fays ,fly after the night-steeds1 leaving their moon-loved maze4 ,but see the virgin blest ,hath laid her babe to rest-- ,time is our tedious song should here have ending2 ,heaven's youngest teemd star ,hath fixed her polished car1 ,her sleeping ,lord with handmaid lamp attending2 ,and all about the courtly stable ,bright-harnessed angels sit in order serviceable4 ,,milton4 99 99 99 99 99 ,a ,,christmas ,,hymn4 ,it was the calm and silent night6 ,seven hundred years and fifty-three ,had ,rome been growing up to might1 ,and now was queen of land and sea4 ,no sound was heard of clashing wars2 ,peace brooded o'er the hushed domain3 ,apollo1 ,pallas1 ,jove1 and ,mars ,held undisturbed their ancient reign1 ,in the solemn midnight1 ,centuries ago4 ',twas in the calm and silent night6 ,the senator of haughty ,rome1 ,impatient1 urged his chariot's flight1 ,from lordly revel rolling home2 ,triumphal arches1 gleaming1 swell ,his breast with thoughts of boundless sway2 ,what recked the ,roman what befell ,a paltry province far away1 ,in the solemn midnight1 ,centuries ago8 ,within that province far away ,went plodding home a weary boor2 ,a streak of light before him lay1 ,fallen through a half-shut stable-door ,across his path4 ,he passed--for naught ,told what was going on within2 ,how keen the stars1 his only thought2 ,the air how calm and cold and thin1 ,in the solemn midnight1 ,centuries ago6 ,oh1 strange indifference6 low and high ,drowsed over common joys and cares2 ,the earth was still--but knew not why2 ,the world was listening1 unawares4 ,how calm a moment may precede ,one that shall thrill the world forever6 ,to that still moment none would heed1 ,man's doom was linked no more to sever-- ,in the solemn midnight1 ,centuries ago6 ,it is the calm and solemn night6 ,a thousand bells ring out1 and throw ,their joyous peals abroad1 and smite ,the darkness--charmed and holy now6 ,the night that erst no name had worn1 ,to it a happy name is given2 ,for in that stable lay new-born1 ,the peaceful ,prince of ,earth and ,heaven1 ,in the solemn midnight1 ,centuries ago6 ,,alfred ,,domett4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,tryste ,,no,l4 ,the ,ox he openeth wide the ,doore ,and from the ,snowe he calls her inne1 ,and he hath seen her smile therefore1 ,our ,ladye without ,sinne4 ,now soone from ,sleepe ,a ,starre shall leap1 ,and soone arrive both ,king and ,hinde2 ,amen1 ,amen3 ,but oh1 the place co'd ,i but finde6 ,the ,ox hath husht his voyce and bent ,trewe eyes of ,pitty ore the ,mow1 ,and on his lovelie ,neck1 forspent1 ,the ,blessed lays her ,browe4 ,around her feet ,full ,warme and ,sweete ,his bowerie ,breath doth meeklie dwell2 ,amen1 ,amen3 ,but sore am ,i with ,vaine ,travl6 ,the ,ox is host in ,juda's stall1 ,and ,host of more than onelie one4 ,for close she gathereth withal ,our ,lorde her littel ,sonne4 ,glad ,hinde and ,king ,their ,gyfte may bring1 ,but wo'd to-night my ,teares were there1 ,amen1 ,amen3 ,between her ,bosom and ,his hayre6 ,,louise ,,imogen ,,guiney4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,flight ,,into ,,egypt4 ,a ,,ballad4 ,there's a legend that's told of a gypsy who dwelt ,in the lands where the pyramids be2 ,and her robe was embroidered with stars1 and her belt ,with devices right wondrous to see2 ,and she lived in the days when our ,lord was a child ,on his mother's immaculate breast2 ,when he fled from his foes1--when to ,egypt exiled1 ,he went down with ,saint ,joseph the blest4 ,this ,egyptian held converse with magic1 methinks1 ,and the future was given to her gaze2 ,for an obelisk marked her abode1 and a sphinx ,on her threshold kept vigil always4 ,she was pensive and ever alone1 nor was seen ,in the haunts of the dissolute crowd2 ,but communed with the ghosts of the ,pharaohs1 ,i ween1 ,or with visitors wrapped in a shroud4 ,and there came an old man from the desert one day1 ,with a maid on a mule by that road2 ,and a child on her bosom reclined1 and the way ,let them straight to the gypsy's abode2 ,and they seemed to have travelled a wearisome path1 ,from thence many1 many a league1-- ,from a tyrant's pursuit1 from an enemy's wrath1 ,spent with toil and o'ercome with fatigue4 ,and the gypsy came forth from her dwelling1 and prayed ,that the pilgrims would rest them awhile2 ,and she offered her couch to that delicate maid1 ,who had come many1 many a mile4 ,and she fondled the babe with affection's caress1 ,and she begged the old man would repose2 ,here the stranger1 she said1 ever finds free access1 ,and the wanderer balm for his woes4 ,then her guests from the glare of the noonday she led ,to a seat in her grotto so cool2 ,where she spread them a banquet of fruits1 and a shed1 ,with a manger1 was found for the mule2 ,with the wine of the palm-tree1 with dates newly culled1 ,all the toil of the day she beguiled2 ,and with song in a language mysterious she lulled ,on her bosom the wayfaring child4 ,when the gypsy anon in her ,ethiop hand ,took the infant's diminutive palm1 ,o1 'twas fearful to see how the features she scanned ,of the babe in his slumbers so calm6 ,well she noted each mark and each furrow that crossed ,o'er the tracings of destiny's line3 ,,whence ,,came ,,ye8 she cried1 in astonishment lost1 ,,for ,,this ,,child ,,is ,,of ,,lineage ,,divine6 ,from the village of ,nazareth1 ,joseph replied1 ,where we dwelt in the land of the ,jew1 ,we have fled from a tyrant whose garment is dyed ,in the gore of the children he slew3 ,we were told to remain till an angel's command ,should appoint us the hour to return2 ,but till then we inhabit the foreigners' land1 ,and in ,egypt we make our sojourn4 ,then ye tarry with me1 cried the gypsy in joy1 ,and ye make of my dwelling your home2 ,many years have ,i prayed that the ,israelite boy 7,blessd hope of the ,gentiles67 would come4 ,and she kissed both the feet of the infant and knelt1 ,and adored him at once2 then a smile ,lit the face of his mother1 who cheerfully dwelt ,with her host on the bank of the ,nile4 ,,francis ,,mahony 7,father ,prout74 99 99 99 99 99 ,,cana4 ,dear ,friend6 whose presence in the house1 ,whose gracious word benign1 ,could once1 at ,cana's wedding feast1 ,change water into wine2 ,come1 visit us6 and when dull work ,grows weary1 line on line1 ,revive our souls1 and let us see ,life's water turned to wine4 ,gay mirth shall deepen into joy1 ,earth's hopes grow half divine1 ,when ,jesus visits us1 to make ,life's water glow as wine4 ,the social talk1 the evening fire1 ,the homely household shrine1 ,grow bright with angel visits1 when ,the ,lord pours out the wine4 ,for when self-seeking turns to love1 ,not knowing mine nor thine1 ,the miracle again is wrought1 ,and water turned to wine4 ,,james ,,freeman ,,clarke4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,lost ,,sheep4 7,,the ,,ninety ,,and ,,nine47 ,there were ninety and nine that safely lay ,in the shelter of the fold2 ,but one was out on the hills away1 ,far off from the gates of gold1 ,away on the mountain wild and bare1 ,away from the tender ,shepherd's care4 ,lord1 thou hast here thy ninety and nine3 ,are they not enough for thee8 ,but the ,shepherd made answer3 ',t is of mine ,has wandered away from me2 ,and although the road be rough and steep ,i go to the desert to find my sheep4 ,but none of the ransomed ever knew ,how deep were the waters crossed1 ,nor how dark was the night that the ,lord passed through ,ere he found his sheep that was lost4 ,out in the desert he heard its cry-- ,sick and helpless1 and ready to die4 ,lord1 whence are those blood-drops all the way1 ,that mark out the mountain track8 ,they were shed for one who had gone astray ,ere the ,shepherd could bring him back4 ,lord1 whence are thy hands so rent and torn8 ,they are piercd to-night by many a thorn4 ,but all through the mountains1 thunder-riven1 ,and up from the rocky steep1 ,there rose a cry to the gate of heaven1 ,rejoice6 ,i have found my sheep6 ,and the angels echoed around the throne1 ,rejoice1 for the ,lord brings back his own6 ,,elizabeth ,,cecilia ,,clephane4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,de ,,sheepfol'4 ,de massa ob de sheepfol'1 ,dat guards de sheepfol' bin1 ,look out in de gloomerin' meadows1 ,wha'r de long night rain begin-- ,so he call to de hirelin' shepa'd1 ,is my sheep1 is dey all come in8 ,oh den1 says de hirelin' shepa'd3 ,dey's some1 dey's black and thin1 ,and some1 dey's po' ol' wedda's2 ,but de res'1 dey's all brung in4 ,but de res'1 dey's all brung in4 ,den de massa ob de sheepfol'1 ,dat guards de sheepfol' bin1 ,goes down in the gloomerin' meadows1 ,wha'r de long night rain begin-- ,so he le' down de ba's ob de sheepfol'1 ,callin' sof'1 ,come in4 ,come in4 ,callin' sof'1 ,come in4 ,come in4 ,den up t'ro' de gloomerin' meadows1 ,t'ro' de col' night rain and win'1 ,and up t'ro' de gloomerin' rain-paf'1 ,wha'r de sleet fa' pie'cin' thin1 ,de po' los' sheep ob de sheepfol'1 ,dey all comes gadderin' in4 ,de po' los' sheep ob de sheepfol'1 ,dey all comes gadderin' in4 ,,sarah ,,pratt ,m',,lean ,,greene4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,good ,,shepherd ,,with ,,the ,,kid4 ,he saves the sheep1 the goats he doth not save4 ,so rang ,tertullian's sentence1 on the side ,of that unpitying ,phrygian ,sect which cried3 ,him can no fount of fresh forgiveness lave1 ,who sins1 once washed by the baptismal wave4-- ,so spake the fierce ,tertullian4 ,but she sighed1 ,the infant ,church6 of love she felt the tide ,stream on her from her ,lord's yet recent grave4 ,and then she smiled2 and in the ,catacombs1 ,with eye suffused but heart inspired true1 ,on those walls subterranean1 where she hid ,her head in ignominy1 death1 and tombs1 ,she her good ,shepherd's hasty image drew-- ,and on his shoulders1 not a lamb1 a kid4 ,,matthew ,,arnold4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,two ,,sayings4 ,two sayings of the ,holy ,scriptures beat ,like pulses in the ,church's brow and breast2 ,and by them we find rest in our unrest1 ,and heart-deep in salt tears1 do yet entreat ,god's fellowship1 as if on heavenly seat4 ,the first is ,jesus wept1 whereon is prest ,full many a sobbing face that drops its best ,and sweetest waters on the record sweet3 ,and one is1 where the ,christ denied and scorned ,looked upon ,peter4 ,oh1 to render plain1 ,by help of having loved a little and mourned1 ,that look of sovran love and sovran pain ,which he who could not sin yet suffered1 turned ,on him who could reject but not sustain6 ,,elizabeth ,,barrett ,,browning4 99 99 99 99 99 ,a ,,ballad ,,of ,,trees ,,and ,,the ,,master4 ,into the woods my ,master went1 ,clean forspent1 forspent4 ,into the woods my ,master came1 ,forspent with love and shame4 ,but the olives they were not blind to ,him2 ,the little gray leaves were kind to ,him2 ,the thorn-tree had a mind to ,him ,when into the woods ,he came4 ,out of the woods my ,master went1 ,and ,he was well content4 ,out of the woods my ,master came1 ,content with death and shame4 ,when ,death and ,shame would woo ,him last1 ,from under the trees they drew ,him last3 ',twas on a tree they slew ,him--last1 ,when out of the woods ,he came4 ,,sidney ,,lanier4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,stabat ,,mater ,,dolorosa4 ,stood the afflicted mother weeping1 ,near the cross her station keeping ,whereon hung her ,son and ,lord2 ,through whose spirit sympathizing1 ,sorrowing and agonizing1 ,also passed the cruel sword4 ,oh6 how mournful and distressd ,was that favored and most blessd ,mother of the only ,son1 ,trembling1 grieving1 bosom heaving1 ,while perceiving1 scarce believing1 ,pains of that ,illustrious ,one6 ,who the man1 who1 called a brother4 ,would not weep1 saw he ,christ's mother ,in such deep distress and wild8 ,who could not sad tribute render ,witnessing that mother tender ,agonizing with her child8 ,for his people's sins atoning1 ,him she saw in torments groaning1 ,given to the scourger's rod2 ,saw her darling offspring dying1 ,desolate1 forsaken1 crying4 ,yield his spirit up to ,god4 ,make me feel thy sorrow's power1 ,that with thee ,i tears may shower1 ,tender mother1 fount of love6 ,make my heart with love unceasing ,burn toward ,christ the ,lord1 that pleasing ,i may be to him above4 ,holy mother1 this be granted1 ,that the slain one's wounds be planted ,firmly in my heart to bide4 ,of him wounded1 all astounded-- ,depths unbounded for me sounded-- ,all the pangs with me divide4 ,make me weep with thee in union2 ,with the ,crucified1 communion ,in his grief and suffering give2 ,near the cross1 with tears unfailing1 ,i would join thee in thy wailing ,here as long as ,i shall live4 ,maid of maidens1 all excelling6 ,be not bitter1 me repelling2 ,make thou me a mourner too2 ,make me bear about ,christ's dying1 ,share his passion1 shame defying2 ,all his wounds in me renew4 ,wound for wound be there created2 ,with the cross intoxicated ,for thy ,son's dear sake1 ,i pray-- ,may ,i1 fired with pure affection1 ,virgin1 have through thee protection ,in the solemn ,judgment ,day4 ,let me by the cross be warded1 ,by the death of ,christ be guarded1 ,nourished by divine supplies4 ,when the body death hath riven1 ,grant that to the soul be given ,glories bright of ,paradise4 ,from the ,latin of ,,fra ,,jacopone4 ,translation of ,,abraham ,,coles4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,myrrh-,,bearers4,a ,three women crept at break of day ,a-grope along the shadowy way ,where ,joseph's tomb and garden lay4 ,with blanch of woe each face was white1 ,as the gray ,orient's waxing light ,brought back upon their awe-struck sight ,the sixth-day scene of anguish4 ,fast ,the starkly standing cross they passed1 ,and1 breathless1 neared the gate at last4 ,each on her throbbing bosom bore ,a burden of such fragrant store ,as never there had lain before4 ,spices1 the purest1 richest1 best1 ,that e'er the musky ,east possessed1 ,from ,ind to ,araby-the-,blest1 ,had they with sorrow-riven hearts ,searched all ,jerusalem's costliest marts ,in quest of1--nards whose pungent arts ,should the dead sepulchre imbue ,with vital odors through and through3 ',t was all their love had leave to do6 ,christ did not need their gifts2 and yet ,did either ,mary once regret ,her offering8 ,did ,salome fret ,over the unused aloes8 ,nay6 ,they counted not as waste1 that day1 ,what they had brought their ,lord4 ,the way ,home seemed the path to heaven4 ,they bare1 ,thenceforth1 about the robes they ware ,the clinging perfume everywhere4 ,so1 ministering as erst did these1 ,go women forth by twos and threes 7,unmindful of their morning ease71 ,through tragic darkness1 murk and dim1 ,where'er they see the faintest rim1 ,of promise1--all for sake of him ,who rose from ,joseph's tomb4 ,they hold ,it just such joy as those of old1 ,to tell the tale the ,marys told4 ,myrrh-bearers still1--at home1 abroad1 ,what paths have holy women trod1 ,burdened with votive gifts for ,god1-- ,rare gifts whose chiefest worth was priced ,by this one thought1 that all sufficed3 ,their spices had been bruised for ,christ6 ,,margaret ,,junkin ,,preston4 ,footnote ,a3 ,myrophores1 a name given to the ,marys1 in ,greek ,christian art4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,litany4 ,saviour1 when in dust to ,thee ,low we bend the adoring knee2 ,when1 repentant1 to the skies ,scarce we lift our weeping eyes1-- ,o1 by all ,thy pains and woe ,suffered once for man below1 ,bending from ,thy throne on high1 ,hear our solemn litany6 ,by ,thy helpless infant years2 ,by ,thy life of want and tears2 ,by ,thy days of sore distress ,in the savage wilderness2 ,by the dread mysterious hour ,of the insulting tempter's power1-- ,turn1 ,o1 turn a favoring eye1 ,hear our solemn litany6 ,by the sacred griefs that wept ,o'er the grave where ,lazarus slept2 ,by the boding tears that flowed ,over ,salem's loved abode2 ,by the anguished sigh that told ,treachery lurked within ,thy fold1-- ,from ,thy seat above the sky ,hear our solemn litany6 ,by ,thine hour of dire despair2 ,by ,thine agony of prayer2 ,by the cross1 the nail1 the thorn1 ,piercing spear1 and torturing scorn2 ,by the gloom that veiled the skies ,o'er the dreadful sacrifice1-- ,listen to our humble cry1 ,hear our solemn litany6 ,by ,thy deep expiring groan2 ,by the sad sepulchral stone2 ,by the vault whose dark abode ,held in vain the rising ,god2 ,o1 from earth to heaven restored1 ,mighty1 reascended ,lord1-- ,listen1 listen to the cry ,of our solemn litany6 ,,sir ,,robert ,,grant4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,christ4 ,he might have reared a palace at a word1 ,who sometimes had not where to lay ,his head4 ,time was when ,he who nourished crowds with bread1 ,would not one meal unto ,himself afford4 ,he healed another's scratch1 ,his own side bled2 ,side1 hands and feet with cruel piercings gored4 ,twelve legions girded with angelic sword ,stood at ,his beck1 the scorned and buffeted4 ,oh1 wonderful the wonders left undone6 ,yet not more wonderful than those ,he wrought6 ,oh1 self-restraint1 surpassing human thought6 ,to have all power1 yet be as having none6 ,oh1 self-denying love1 that thought alone ,for needs of others1 never for its own6 ,,richard ,,chenevix ,,trench4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,abide ,,with ,,me4 ,abide with me6 ,fast falls the eventide2 ,the darkness deepens3 ,lord1 with me abide6 ,when other helpers fail1 and comforts flee1 ,help of the helpless1 ,o abide with me6 ,swift to its close ebbs out life's little day2 ,earth's joys grow dim2 its glories pass away3 ,change and decay in all around ,i see2 ,o thou1 who changest not1 abide with me6 ,not a brief glance ,i beg1 a passing word4 ,but as thou dwelt with thy disciples1 ,lord1 ,familiar1 condescending1 patient1 free1-- ,come1 not to sojourn1 but abide1 with me6 ,come not in terrors1 as the ,king of kings2 ,but kind and good1 with healing in thy wings3 ,tears for all woes1 a heart for every plea2 ,come1 ,friend of sinners1 and thus bide with me6 ,thou on my head in early youth didst smile1 ,and1 though rebellious and perverse meanwhile1 ,thou hast not left me1 oft as ,i left thee3 ,on to the close1 ,o ,lord1 abide with me6 ,i need thy presence every passing hour4 ,what but thy grace can foil the ,tempter's power8 ,who like thyself my guide and stay can be8 ,through cloud and sunshine1 ,o abide with me6 ,i fear no foe with thee at hand to bless3 ,ills have no weight1 and tears no bitterness4 ,where is death's sting1 where1 grave1 thy victory8 ,i triumph still1 if thou abide with me4 ,hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes2 ,shine through the gloom1 and point me to the skies3 ,heaven's morning breaks1 and earth's vain shadows flee3 ,in life and death1 ,o ,lord1 abide with me6 ,,henry ,,francis ,,lyte4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,disciples ,,after ,,the ,,ascension4 ,he is gone6 beyond the skies1 ,a cloud receives him from our eyes3 ,gone beyond the highest height ,of mortal gaze or angel's flight3 ,through the veils of time and space1 ,passed into the holiest place3 ,all the toil1 the sorrow done1 ,all the battle fought and won4 ,he is gone2 and we return1 ,and our hearts within us burn2 ,olivet no more shall greet ,with welcome shout his coming feet3 ,never shall we track him more ,on ,gennesareth's glistening shore3 ,never in that look or voice ,shall ,zion's walls again rejoice4 ,he is gone2 and we remain ,in this world of sin and pain3 ,in the void which he has left1 ,on this earth of him bereft1 ,we have still his work to do1 ,we can still his path pursue3 ,seek him both in friend and foe1 ,in ourselves his image show4 ,he is gone2 we heard him say1 ,good that ,i should go away2 ,gone is that dear form and face1 ,but not gone his present grace2 ,though himself no more we see1 ,comfortless we cannot be2 ,no6 his ,spirit still is ours1 ,quickening1 freshening all our powers4 ,he is gone2 towards their goal ,world and church must onward roll2 ,far behind we leave the past1 ,forward are our glances cast2 ,still his words before us range ,through the ages1 as they change3 ,wheresoe'er the truth shall lead1 ,he will give whate'er we need4 ,he is gone2 but we once more ,shall behold him as before1 ,in the heaven of heavens the same ,as on earth he went and came4 ,in the many mansions there ,place for us he will prepare3 ,in that world1 unseen1 unknown1 ,he and we may yet be one4 ,he is gone2 but not in vain1-- ,wait until he comes again3 ,he is risen1 he is not here2 ,far above this earthly sphere3 ,evermore in heart and mind1 ,where our peace in him we find1 ,to our own eternal ,friend1 ,thitherward let us ascend4 ,,arthur ,,penrhyn ,,stanley4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,wrestling ,,jacob4 ,,first ,,part4 ,come1 ,o thou ,traveller unknown1 ,whom still ,i hold1 but cannot see2 ,my company before is gone1 ,and ,i am left alone with thee2 ,with thee all night ,i mean to stay1 ,and wrestle till the break of day4 ,i need not tell thee who ,i am2 ,my sin and misery declare2 ,thyself hast called me by my name2 ,look on thy hands1 and read it there2 ,but who1 ,i ask thee1 who art thou8 ,tell me thy name1 and tell me now4 ,in vain thou strugglest to get free2 ,i never will unloose my hold3 ,art thou the ,man that died for me8 ,the secret of thy love unfold2 ,wrestling1 ,i will not let thee go ,till ,i thy name1 thy nature know4 ,wilt thou not yet to me reveal ,thy new1 unutterable name8 ,tell me1 ,i still beseech thee1 tell2 ,to know it now resolved ,i am2 ,wrestling1 ,i will not let thee go ,till ,i thy name1 thy nature know4 ,what though my shrinking flesh complain ,and murmur to contend so long8 ,i rise superior to my pain2 ,when ,i am weak1 then am ,i strong6 ,and when my all of strength shall fail1 ,i shall with the ,god-man prevail4 ,,second ,,part4 ,yield to me now1 for ,i am weak1 ,but confident in self-despair2 ,speak to my heart1 in blessings speak2 ,be conquered by my instant prayer2 ,speak1 or thou never hence shalt move1 ,and tell me if thy name be ,love4 ',t is ,love6 't is ,love6 ,thou diedst for me2 ,i hear thy whisper in my heart2 ,the morning breaks1 the shadows flee2 ,pure1 universal ,love thou art2 ,to me1 to all1 thy bowels move2 ,thy nature and thy name is ,love4 ,my prayer hath power with ,god2 the grace ,unspeakable ,i now receive2 ,through faith ,i see thee face to face2 ,i see thee face to face and live6 ,in vain ,i have not wept and strove2 ,thy nature and thy name is ,love4 ,i know thee1 ,saviour1 who thou art1 ,jesus1 the feeble sinner's friend2 ,nor wilt thou with the night depart1 ,but stay and love me to the end2 ,thy mercies never shall remove2 ,thy nature and thy name is ,love4 ,the ,sun of ,righteousness on me ,hath risen1 with healing in his wings2 ,withered my nature's strength2 from thee ,my soul its life and succor brings2 ,my help is all laid up above2 ,thy nature and thy name is ,love4 ,contented now upon my thigh ,i halt till life's short journey end2 ,all helplessness1 all weakness1 ,i ,on thee alone for strength depend2 ,nor have ,i power from thee to move2 ,thy nature and thy name is ,love4 ,lame as ,i am1 ,i take the prey2 ,hell1 earth1 and sin with ease o'ercome2 ,i leap for joy1 pursue my way1 ,and1 as a bounding hart1 fly home2 ,through all eternity to prove ,thy nature and thy name is ,love4 ,,charles ,,wesley4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,conversion ,,of ,,saint ,,paul4 ,the midday sun1 with fiercest glare1 ,broods over the hazy1 twinkling air2 ,along the level sand ,the palm-tree's shade unwavering lies1 ,just as thy towers1 ,damascus1 rise ,to greet yon wearied band4 ,the leader of that martial crew ,seems bent some mighty deed to do1 ,so steadily he speeds1 ,with lips firm closed and fixed eye1 ,like warrior when the fight is nigh1 ,nor talk nor landscape heeds4 ,what sudden blaze is round him poured1 ,as though all ,heaven's refulgent hoard ,in one rich glory shone8 ,one moment1--and to earth he falls3 ,what voice his inmost heart appalls8-- ,voice heard by him alone4 ,for to the rest both words and form ,seem lost in lightning and in storm1 ,while ,saul1 in wakeful trance1 ,sees deep within that dazzling field ,his persecuted ,lord revealed ,with keen yet pitying glance3 ,and hears the meek upbraiding call ,as gently on his spirit fall1 ,as if the ,almighty ,son ,were prisoner yet in this dark earth1 ,nor had proclaimed his royal birth1 ,nor his great power begun4 ,ah6 wherefore persecut'st thou me8 ,he heard and saw1 and sought to free ,his strained eye from the sight3 ,but ,heaven's high magic bound it there1 ,still gazing1 though untaught to bear ,the insufferable light4 ,who art thou1 ,lord8 he falters forth3-- ,so shall ,sin ask of heaven and earth ,at the last awful day ,when did we see thee suffering nigh1 ,and passed thee with unheeding eye8 ,great ,god of judgment1 say6 ,ah6 little dream our listless eyes ,what glorious presence they despise ,while1 in our noon of life1 ,to power or fame we rudely press4-- ,christ is at hand1 to scorn or bless1 ,christ suffers in our strife4 ,and though heaven's gates long since have closed1 ,and our dear ,lord in bliss reposed1 ,high above mortal ken1 ,to every ear in every land 7,though meek ears only understand7 ,he speaks as he did then4 ,ah6 wherefore persecute ye me8 ',t is hard1 ye so in love should be ,with your own endless woe4 ,know1 though at ,god's right hand ,i live1 ,i feel each wound ye reckless give ,to the least saint below4 ,i in your care my brethren left1 ,not willing ye should be bereft ,of waiting on your ,lord4 ,the meanest offering ye can make-- ,a drop of water--for love's sake1 ,in heaven1 be sure1 is stored4 ,oh1 by those gentle tones and dear1 ,when thou hast stayed our wild career1 ,thou only hope of souls1 ,ne'er let us cast one look behind1 ,but in the thought of ,jesus find ,what every thought controls4 ,as to thy last ,apostle's heart ,thy lightning glance did then impart ,zeal's never-dying fire1 ,so teach us on thy shrine to lay ,our hearts1 and let them day by day ,intenser blaze and higher4 ,and as each mild and winning note 7,like pulses that round harp-strings float ,when the full strain is o'er7 ,left lingering on his inward ear ,music1 that taught1 as death drew near1 ,love's lesson more and more3 ,so1 as we walk our earthly round1 ,still may the echo of that sound ,be in our memory stored3 ,christians1 behold your happy state2 ,christ is in these who round you wait2 ,make much of your dear ,lord6 ,,john ,,keble4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,rock ,,of ,,ages4 ,such hymns are never forgotten4 ,they cling to us through our whole life4 ,we carry them with us upon our journey4 ,we sing them in the forest4 ,the workman follows the plough with sacred songs4 ,children catch them1 and singing only for the joy it gives them now1 are yet laying up for all their life food of the sweetest joy4--,,henry ,,ward ,,beecher4 ,rock of ,ages1 cleft for me1 ,thoughtlessly the maiden sung4 ,fell the words unconsciously ,from her girlish1 gleeful tongue2 ,sang as little children sing2 ,sang as sing the birds in ,june2 ,fell the words like light leaves down ,on the current of the tune1-- ,rock of ,ages1 cleft for me1 ,let me hide myself in ,thee4 ,let me hide myself in ,thee3 ,felt her soul no need to hide1-- ,sweet the song as song could be1 ,and she had no thought beside2 ,all the words unheedingly ,fell from lips untouched by care1 ,dreaming not that they might be ,on some other lips a prayer1-- ,rock of ,ages1 cleft for me1 ,let me hide myself in ,thee4 ,rock of ,ages1 cleft for me1 ',t was a woman sung them now1 ,pleadingly and prayerfully2 ,every word her heart did know4 ,rose the song as storm-tossed bird ,beats with weary wing the air1 ,every note with sorrow stirred1 ,every syllable a prayer1-- ,rock of ,ages1 cleft for me1 ,let me hide myself in ,thee4 ,rock of ,ages1 cleft for me1-- ,lips grown agd sung the hymn ,trustingly and tenderly1 ,voice grown weak and eyes grown dim1-- ,let me hide myself in ,thee4 ,trembling though the voice and low1 ,rose the sweet strain peacefully ,like a river in its flow2 ,sung as only they can sing ,who life's thorny path have passed2 ,sung as only they can sing ,who behold the promised rest1-- ,rock of ,ages1 cleft for me1 ,let me hide myself in ,thee4 ,rock of ,ages1 cleft for me1 ,sung above a coffin lid2 ,underneath1 all restfully1 ,all life's joys and sorrows hid4 ,nevermore1 ,o storm-tossed soul6 ,nevermore from wind or tide1 ,nevermore from billow's roll1 ,wilt thou need thyself to hide4 ,could the sightless1 sunken eyes1 ,closed beneath the soft gray hair1 ,could the mute and stiffened lips ,move again in pleading prayer1 ,still1 aye still1 the words would be1-- ,let me hide myself in ,thee4 ,,edward ,h4 ,,rich4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,art ,,thou ,,weary8 ,art thou weary1 art thou languid1 ,art thou sore distressed8 ,come to ,me1 saith ,one1 and coming1 ,be at rest4 ,hath ,he marks to lead me to ,him1 ,if ,he be my ,guide8 ,in ,his feet and hands are wound-prints1 ,and ,his side4 ,is there diadem1 as ,monarch1 ,that ,his brow adorns8 ,yea1 a crown1 in very surety1 ,but of thorns4 ,if ,i find ,him1 if ,i follow1 ,what ,his guerdon here8 ,many a sorrow1 many a labor1 ,many a tear4 ,if ,i still hold closely to ,him1 ,what hath ,he at last8 ,sorrow vanquished1 labor ended1 ,jordan passed4 ,if ,i ask ,him to receive me1 ,will ,he say me nay8 ,not till earth1 and not till heaven ,pass away4 ,finding1 following1 keeping1 struggling1 ,is ,he sure to bless8 ,saints1 apostles1 prophets1 martyrs1 ,answer1 ,yes4 ,from the ,latin of ,,saint ,,stephen ,,the ,,sabaite4 ,translation of ,,john ,,mason ,,neale4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,when ,,gathering ,,clouds ,,around ,i ,,view4 ,when gathering clouds around ,i view1 ,and days are dark1 and friends are few1 ,on ,him ,i lean1 who1 not in vain1 ,experienced every human pain2 ,he sees my wants1 allays my fears4 ,and counts and treasures up my tears4 ,if aught should tempt my soul to stray ,from heavenly wisdom's narrow way1 ,to fly the good ,i would pursue1 ,or do the sin ,i would not do1-- ,still ,he who felt temptation's power ,shall guard me in that dangerous hour4 ,if wounded love my bosom swell1 ,deceived by those ,i prized too well1 ,he shall ,his pitying aid bestow ,who felt on earth severer woe1 ,at once betrayed1 denied1 or fled1 ,by those who shared ,his daily bread4 ,if vexing thoughts within me rise1 ,and sore dismayed my spirit dies1 ,still ,he who once vouchsafed to bear ,the sickening anguish of despair ,shall sweetly soothe1 shall gently dry1 ,the throbbing heart1 the streaming eye4 ,when sorrowing o'er some stone ,i bend1 ,which covers what was once a friend1 ,and from his voice1 his hand1 his smile1 ,divides me for a little while2 ,thou1 ,saviour1 mark'st the tears ,i shed1 ,for ,thou didst weep o'er ,lazarus dead4 ,and oh1 when ,i have safely past ,through every conflict but the last1 ,still1 still unchanging1 watch beside ,my painful bed1 for ,thou hast died2 ,then point to realms of cloudless day1 ,and wipe the latest tear away4 ,,sir ,,robert ,,grant4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,star ,,of ,,bethlehem4 ,when1 marshalled on the nightly plain1 ,the glittering host bestud the sky1 ,one star alone1 of all the train1 ,can fix the sinner's wandering eye4 ,hark6 hark6 to ,god the chorus breaks1 ,from every host1 from every gem3 ,but one alone the ,saviour speaks1 ,it is the ,star of ,bethlehem4 ,once on the raging seas ,i rode1 ,the storm was loud1 the night was dark1 ,the ocean yawned1 and rudely blowed ,the wind that tossed my foundering bark4 ,deep horror then my vitals froze1 ,death-struck1 ,i ceased the tide to stem2 ,when suddenly a star arose1-- ,it was the ,star of ,bethlehem4 ,it was my guide1 my light1 my all1 ,it bade my dark forebodings cease2 ,and through the storm and dangers' thrall ,it led me to the port of peace4 ,now safely moored1 my perils o'er1 ,i'll sing1 first in night's diadem1 ,forever and forevermore1 ,the ,star6--the ,star of ,bethlehem6 ,,henry ,,kirke ,,white4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,love ,,to ,,christ4 ,,from ,,an ,,hymne ,,of ,,heavenly ,,love4 ,with all thy hart1 with all thy soule and mind1 ,thou must him love1 and his beheasts embrace2 ,all other loves1 with which the world doth blind ,weake fancies1 and stirre up affections base1 ,thou must renounce and utterly displace1 ,and give thy selfe unto him full and free1 ,that full and freely gave himselfe to thee4 ,then shalt thou feele thy spirit so possest1 ,and ravisht with devouring great desire ,of his deare selfe1 that shall thy feeble brest ,inflame with love1 and set thee all on fire ,with burning zeale1 through every part entire1 ,that in no earthly thing thou shalt delight1 ,but in his sweet and amiable sight4 ,thenceforth all worlds desire will in thee dye1 ,and all earthes glorie1 on which men do gaze1 ,seeme durt and drosse in thy pure-sighted eye1 ,compared to that celestiall beauties blaze1 ,whose glorious beames all fleshly sense doth daze ,with admiration of their passing light1 ,blinding the eyes1 and lumining the spright4 ,then shall thy ravisht soule inspired bee ,with heavenly thoughts farre above humane skil1 ,and thy bright radiant eyes shall plainely see ,the idee of his pure glorie present still ,before thy face1 that all thy spirits shall fill ,with sweet enragement of celestiall love1 ,kindled through sight of those faire things above4 ,,edmund ,,spenser4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,way1 ,,the ,,truth1 ,,and ,,the ,,life4 ,o thou great ,friend to all the sons of men1 ,who once appeared in humblest guise below1 ,sin to rebuke1 to break the captive's chain1 ,and call thy brethren forth from want and woe1-- ,we look to thee6 thy truth is still the ,light ,which guides the nations1 groping on their way1 ,stumbling and falling in disastrous night1 ,yet hoping ever for the perfect day4 ,yes2 thou art still the ,life1 thou art the ,way ,the holiest know2 ,light1 ,life1 the ,way of heaven6 ,and they who dearest hope and deepest pray1 ,toil by the ,light1 ,life1 ,way1 which thou hast given4 ,,theodore ,,parker4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,knocking1 ,,ever ,,knocking4 ,behold1 ,i stand at the door1 and knock4 --,,revelations iii4 #bj4 ,knocking1 knocking1 ever knocking8 ,who is there8 ',t is a pilgrim1 strange and kingly1 ,never such was seen before2-- ,ah1 sweet soul1 for such a wonder1 ,undo the door4 ,no1--that door is hard to open2 ,hinges rusty1 latch is broken2 ,bid ,him go4 ,wherefore with that knocking dreary ,scare the sleep from one so weary8 ,say ,him1 no4 ,knocking1 knocking1 ever knocking8 ,what6 ,still there8 ,o sweet soul1 but once behold ,him1 ,with the glory-crownd hair2 ,and those eyes1 so strange and tender1 ,waiting there2 ,open6 ,open6 ,once behold ,him1 ,him so fair4 ,ah1 that door6 ,why wilt thou vex me1 ,coming ever to perplex me8 ,for the key is stiffly rusty1 ,and the bolt is clogged and dusty2 ,many-fingered ivy vine ,seals it fast with twist and twine2 ,weeds of years and years before ,choke the passage of that door4 ,knocking6 knocking6 ,what8 ,still knocking8 ,he still there8 ,what's the hour8 ,the night is waning-- ,in my heart a drear complaining1 ,and a chilly1 sad unrest4 ,ah1 this knocking6 ,it disturbs me6 ,scares my sleep with dreams unblest6 ,give me rest1 ,rest--ah1 rest6 ,rest1 dear soul1 ,he longs to give thee2 ,thou hast only dreamed of pleasure1 ,dreamed of gifts and golden treasure1 ,dreamed of jewels in thy keeping1 ,waked to weariness of weeping2-- ,open to thy soul's one ,lover1 ,and thy night of dreams is over1-- ,the true gifts ,he brings have seeming ,more than all thy faded dreaming6 ,did she open8 ,doth she8 ,will she8 ,so1 as wondering we behold1 ,grows the picture to a sign4 ,pressed upon your soul and mine2 ,for in every breast that liveth ,is that strange1 mysterious door2-- ,the forsaken and betangled1 ,ivy-gnarled and weed-bejangled1 ,dusty1 rusty1 and forgotten2-- ,there the piercd hand still knocketh1 ,and with ever patient watching1 ,with the sad eyes true and tender1 ,with the glory-crownd hair1-- ,still a ,god is waiting there4 ,,harriet ,,beecher ,,stowe4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,to-,,morrow4 ,lord1 what am ,i1 that1 with unceasing care1 ,thou didst seek after me1--that ,thou didst wait1 ,wet with unhealthy dews1 before my gate1 ,and pass the gloomy nights of winter there8 ,o1 strange delusion1 that ,i did not greet ,thy blest approach6 and1 ,o1 to heaven how lost1 ,if my ingratitude's unkindly frost ,has chilled the bleeding wounds upon ,thy feet6 ,how oft my guardian angel gently cried1 ,soul1 from thy casement look1 and thou shalt see ,how ,he persists to knock and wait for thee6 ,and1 ,o1 how often to that voice of sorrow1 ,to-morrow we will open4 ,i replied6 ,and when the morrow came1 ,i answered still1 ,to-morrow4 ,from the ,spanish of ,,lope ,,de ,,vega4 ,translation of ,h4,w4 ,,longfellow4 99 99 99 99 99 ,i ,,gave ,,my ,,life ,,for ,,thee4 ,i gave my life for thee1 ,my precious blood ,i shed ,that thou mightst ransomed be1 ,and quickened from the dead4 ,i gave my life for thee2 ,what hast thou given for me8 ,i spent long years for thee ,in weariness and woe1 ,that an eternity ,of joy thou mightest know4 ,i spent long years for thee2 ,hast thou spent one for me8 ,my ,father's home of light1 ,my rainbow-circled throne1 ,i left1 for earthly night1 ,for wanderings sad and lone4 ,i left it all for thee2 ,hast thou left aught for me8 ,i suffered much for thee1 ,more than thy tongue may tell ,of bitterest agony1 ,to rescue thee from hell4 ,i suffered much for thee2 ,what canst thou bear for me8 ,and ,i have brought to thee1 ,down from my home above1 ,salvation full and free1 ,my pardon and my love4 ,great gifts ,i brought to thee2 ,what hast thou brought to me8 ,oh1 let thy life be given1 ,thy years for him be spent1 ,world-fetters all be riven1 ,and joy with suffering blent2 ,i gave myself for thee3 ,give thou thyself to me6 ,,frances ,,ridley ,,havergal4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,jesus ,,shall ,,reign4 ,jesus shall reign where'er the sun ,does his successive journeys run1-- ,his kingdom spread from shore to shore1 ,till moons shall wax and wane no more4 ,from north to south the princes meet ,to pay their homage at ,his feet1 ,while western empires own their ,lord1 ,and savage tribes attend ,his word4 ,to ,him shall endless prayer be made1 ,and endless praises crown ,his head2 ,his name like sweet perfume shall rise ,with every morning sacrifice4 ,people and realms of every tongue ,dwell on ,his love with sweetest song1 ,and infant voices shall proclaim ,their early blessings on ,his name4 ,,isaac ,,watts4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,messiah4 ,a ,,sacred ,,eclogue1 ,,in ,,imitation ,,of ,,virgil',s ,,pollio4 ,ye nymphs of ,solyma6 begin the song3 ,to heavenly themes sublimer strains belong4 ,the mossy fountains and the sylvan shades1 ,the dreams of ,pindus and th' ,aonian maids1 ,delight no more--,o thou my voice inspire ,who touched ,isaiah's hallowed lips with fire6 ,rapt into future times1 the bard begun3 ,a ,virgin shall conceive1 a ,virgin bear a ,son6 ,from ,jesse's root behold a branch arise1 ,whose sacred flower with fragrance fills the skies3 ,th' ethereal spirit o'er its leaves shall move1 ,and on its top descends the mystic ,dove4 ,ye ,heavens6 from high the dewy nectar pour1 ,and in soft silence shed the kindly shower6 ,the sick and weak the healing plant shall aid1 ,from storm a shelter1 and from heat a shade4 ,all crimes shall cease1 and ancient frauds shall fail2 ,returning ,justice lift aloft her scale2 ,peace o'er the world her olive wand extend1 ,and white-robed ,innocence from ,heaven descend4 ,swift fly the years1 and rise th' expected morn6 ,oh spring to light1 auspicious ,babe1 be born6 ,see1 ,nature hastes her earliest wreaths to bring1 ,with all the incense of the breathing spring3 ,see lofty ,lebanon his head advance1 ,see nodding forests on the mountains dance3 ,see spicy clouds from lowly ,saron rise1 ,and ,carmel's flowery top perfumes the skies6 ,hark6 a glad voice the lonely desert cheers3 ,prepare the way6 a ,god1 a ,god appears6 ,a ,god1 a ,god6 the vocal hills reply1 ,the rocks proclaim th' approaching ,deity4 ,lo1 ,earth receives him from the bending skies6 ,sink down1 ye mountains6 and ye valleys1 rise6 ,with heads declined1 ye cedars1 homage pay6 ,be smooth1 ye rocks6 ye rapid floods1 give way6 ,the ,saviour comes6 by ancient bards foretold3 ,hear him1 ye deaf6 and all ye blind1 behold6 ,he from thick films shall purge the visual ray1 ,and on the sightless eyeball pour the day3 ',tis he th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear ,and bid new music charm th' unfolding ear3 ,the dumb shall sing1 the lame his crutch forego1 ,and leap exulting like the bounding roe4 ,no sigh1 no murmur1 the wide world shall hear4 ,from every face he wipes off every tear4 ,in adamantine chains shall ,death be bound4 ,and ,hell's grim tyrant feel th' eternal wound4 ,as the good shepherd tends his fleecy care1 ,seeks freshest pasture1 and the purest air1 ,explores the lost1 the wandering sheep directs1 ,by day o'ersees them1 and by night protects2 ,the tender lambs he raises in his arms1 ,feeds from his hand1 and in his bosom warms3 ,thus shall mankind his guardian care engage1 ,the promised ,father of the future age4 ,no more shall nation against nation rise1 ,nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes1 ,nor fields with gleaming steel be covered o'er1 ,the brazen trumpets kindle rage no more2 ,but useless lances into scythes shall bend1 ,and the broad falchion in a ploughshare end4 ,then palaces shall rise2 the joyful son ,shall finish what his short-lived sire begun2 ,their vines a shadow to their race shall yield4 ,and the same hand that sowed1 shall reap the field4 ,the swain in barren deserts with surprise ,sees lilies spring1 and sudden verdure rise2 ,and starts1 amidst the thirsty wilds1 to hear ,new falls of water murmuring in his ear4 ,on rifted rocks1 the dragon's late abodes1 ,the green reed trembles1 and the bulrush nods4 ,waste sandy valleys1 once perplexed with thorn1 ,the spiry fir and shapely box adorn3 ,to leafless shrubs the flowery palms succeed1 ,and odorous myrtle to the noisome weed4 ,the lambs with wolves shall graze the verdant mead ,and boys in flowery bands the tiger lead3 ,the steer and lion at one crib shall meet1 ,and harmless serpents lick the pilgrim's feet4 ,the smiling infant in his hand shall take ,the crested basilisk and speckled snake1 ,pleased1 the green lustre of the scales survey1 ,and with their forky tongue shall innocently play4 ,rise1 crowned with light1 imperial ,salem1 rise6 ,exalt thy towery head1 and lift thy eyes6 ,see a long race thy spacious courts adorn3 ,see future sons and daughters yet unborn1 ,in crowding ranks on every side arise1 ,demanding life1 impatient for the skies6 ,see barbarous nations at thy gates attend1 ,walk in thy light1 and in thy temple bend6 ,see thy bright altars thronged with prostrate kings1 ,and heaped with products of ,sabean springs6 ,for thee ,idum's spicy forests blow1 ,and seeds of gold in ,ophir's mountains glow4 ,see ,heaven his sparkling portals wide display1 ,and break upon thee in a flood of day6 ,no more the rising ,sun shall gild the morn1 ,nor evening ,cynthia fill her silver horn2 ,but lost1 dissolved in thy superior rays1 ,one tide of glory1 one unclouded blaze ,o'erflow thy courts3 the ,light himself shall shine ,revealed1 and ,god's eternal day be thine6 ,the seas shall waste1 the skies in smoke decay1 ,rocks fall to dust1 and mountains melt away6 ,but fixed his word1 his saving power remains2 ,thy realm for ever lasts1 thy own ,messiah reigns6 ,,alexander ,,pope4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,dies ,,irae4 ,that day1 a day of wrath1 a day of trouble and distress1 a day of wasteness and desolation1 a day of darkness and gloominess1 a day of clouds and thick darkness1 a day of the trumpet and alarm against the fenced cities1 and against the high towers6--,,zephaniah i4 #ae1 #af4 ,day of vengeance1 without morrow6 ,earth shall end in flame and sorrow1 ,as from ,saint and ,seer we borrow4 ,ah6 what terror is impending1 ,when the ,judge is seen descending1 ,and each secret veil is rending6 ,to the throne1 the trumpet sounding1 ,through the sepulchres resounding1 ,summons all1 with voice astounding4 ,death and ,nature1 mazed1 are quaking1 ,when1 the grave's long slumber breaking1 ,man to judgment is awaking4 ,on the written ,volume's pages1 ,life is shown in all its stages-- ,judgment-record of past ages4 ,sits the ,judge1 the raised arraigning1 ,darkest mysteries explaining1 ,nothing unavenged remaining4 ,what shall ,i then say1 unfriended1 ,by no advocate attended1 ,when the just are scarce defended8 ,king of majesty tremendous1 ,by thy saving grace defend us1 ,fount of pity1 safety send us6 ,holy ,jesus1 meek1 forbearing1 ,for my sins the death-crown wearing1 ,save me1 in that day1 despairing6 ,worn and weary1 thou hast sought me2 ,by thy cross and passion bought me-- ,spare the hope thy labors brought me6 ,righteous ,judge of retribution1 ,give1 ,o give me absolution ,ere the day of dissolution6 ,as a guilty culprit groaning1 ,flushed my face1 my errors owning1 ,hear4 ,o ,god1 ,thy suppliant moaning6 ,thou to ,mary gav'st remission1 ,heard'st the dying thief's petition1 ,bad'st me hope in my contrition4 ,in my prayers no worth discerning1 ,yet on me ,thy favor turning1 ,save me from that endless burning6 ,give me1 when ,thy sheep confiding ,thou art from the goals dividing4 ,on ,thy right a place abiding6 ,when the wicked are rejected1 ,and by bitter flames subjected1 ,call me forth with ,thine elected6 ,low in supplication bending4 ,heart as though with ashes blending2 ,cure for me when all is ending4 ,when on that dread day of weeping ,guilty man in ashes sleeping ,wakes to his adjudication1 ,save him1 ,god6 from condemnation6 ,from the ,latin of ,,thomas ,,celano4 ,translation of ,,john ,a4 ,,dix4 ,a ,footnote ,a3 ,general ,dix's first translation of the ,dies ,irae was made in #ahfc2 the revised version 7given above7 appeared in #ahge4 ,bayard ,taylor wrote of the earlier one3 ,i have 444 heretofore sought in vain to find an adequate translation4 ,those which reproduced the spirit neglected the form1 and vice versa4 ,there can be no higher praise for yours than to say that it preserves both4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,my ,,god1 ,i ,,love ,,thee4 ,my ,god1 ,i love thee6 not because ,i hope for heaven thereby2 ,nor because those who love thee not ,must burn eternally4 ,thou1 ,o my ,jesus1 thou didst me ,upon the cross embrace6 ,for me didst bear the nails and spear1 ,and manifold disgrace1 ,and griefs and torments numberless1 ,and sweat of agony1 ,yea1 death itself1--and all for one ,that was thine enemy4 ,then why1 ,o blessed ,jesus ,christ1 ,should ,i not love thee well8 ,not for the hope of winning heaven1 ,nor of escaping hell2 ,not with the hope of gaining aught1 ,not seeking a reward2 ,but as thyself hast loved me1 ,o everlasting ,lord6 ,e'en so ,i love thee1 and will love1 ,and in thy praise will sing1-- ,solely because thou art my ,god1 ,and my eternal ,king4 ,from the ,latin of ,,st4 ,,francis ,,xavier4 ,translation of ,,edward ,,caswall4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,vent ,,creator ,,spiritus4 ,sometimes attributed to the ,emperor ,charlemagne4 ,the better opinion1 however1 inclines to ,pope ,gregory ,i41 called the ,great1 as the author1 and fixes its origin somewhere in the sixth century4 ,creator ,spirit1 by whose aid ,the world's foundations first were laid1 ,come visit every pious mind4 ,come pour thy joys on human kind2 ,from sin and sorrow set us free1 ,and make thy temples worthy thee4 ,o source of uncreated light4 ,the ,father's promised ,paraclete6 ,thrice holy fount1 thrice holy fire4 ,our hearts with heavenly love inspire2 ,come1 and thy sacred unction bring1 ,to sanctify us while we sing4 ,plenteous of grace1 descend from high1 ,rich in thy seven-fold energy6 ,thou strength of his almighty hand4 ,whose power does heaven and earth command6 ,proceeding ,spirit1 our defence1 ,who dost the gifts of tongues dispense1 ,and crown'st thy gift with eloquence6 ,refine and purge our earthly parts2 ,but1 ,o1 inflame and fire our hearts6 ,our frailties help1 our vice control1 ,submit the senses to the soul2 ,and when rebellious they are grown1 ,then lay thy hand and hold 'em down4 ,chase from our minds the infernal foe1 ,and peace1 the fruit of love1 bestow2 ,and1 lest our feet should step astray1 ,protect and guide us on the way4 ,make us eternal truths receive1 ,and practise all that we believe2 ,give us thyself1 that we may see ,the ,father and the ,son by thee4 ,immortal honor1 endless fame1 ,attend the ,almighty ,father's name2 ,the ,saviour ,son be glorified1 ,who for lost man's redemption died2 ,and equal adoration be1 ,eternal ,paraclete1 to thee4 ,from the ,latin of ,,st4 ,,gregory4 ,translation of ,,john ,,dryden4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,veni ,,sancte ,,spiritus4 ,written in the tenth century by ,robert ,,ii41 the gentle son of ,hugh ,capet4 ,it is often mentioned as second in rank to the ,dies ,irae4 ,come1 ,holy ,ghost6 thou fire divine6 ,from highest heaven on us down shine6 ,comforter1 be thy comfort mine6 ,come1 ,father of the poor1 to earth2 ,come1 with thy gifts of precious worth2 ,come ,light of all of mortal birth6 ,thou rich in comfort6 ,ever blest ,the heart where thou art constant guest1 ,who giv'st the heavy-laden rest4 ,come1 thou in whom our toil is sweet1 ,our shadow in the noonday heat1 ,before whom mourning flieth fleet4 ,bright ,sun of ,grace6 thy sunshine dart ,on all who cry to thee apart1 ,and fill with gladness every heart4 ,whate'er without thy aid is wrought1 ,or skilful deed1 or wisest thought1 ,god counts it vain and merely naught4 ,o cleanse us that we sin no more4 ,o'er parched souls thy waters pour2 ,heal the sad heart that acheth sore4 ,thy will be ours in all our ways2 ,o melt the frozen with thy rays2 ,call home the lost in error's maze4 ,and grant us1 ,lord1 who cry to thee1 ,and hold the ,faith in unity1 ,thy precious gifts of charity2 ,that we may live in holiness1 ,and find in death our happiness1 ,and dwell with thee in lasting bliss6 ,from the ,latin of ,,king ,,robert ,,ii4 ,,of ,,france4 ,translation of ,,catharine ,,winkworth4 99 99 99 99 99 ,o ,,fire ,,of ,,god1 ,,the ,,comforter4 ,o ,,ignis ,,spiritus ,,paracliti4 ,o fire of ,god1 the ,comforter1 ,o life of all that live1 ,holy art thou to quicken us1 and holy1 strength to give3 ,to heal the broken-hearted ones1 their sorest wounds to bind1 ,o ,spirit of all holiness1 ,o ,lover of mankind6 ,o sweetest taste within the breast1 ,o grace upon us poured1 ,that saintly hearts may give again their perfume to the ,lord4 ,o purest fountain6 we can see1 clear mirrored in thy streams1 ,that ,god brings home the wanderers1 that ,god the lost redeems4 ,o breastplate strong to guard our life1 ,o bond of unity1 ,o dwelling-place of righteousness1 save all who trust in thee3 ,defend those who in dungeon dark are prisoned by the foe1 ,and1 for thy will is aye to save1 let thou the captives go4 ,o surest way1 that through the height and through the lowest deep ,and through the earth dost pass1 and all in firmest union keep2 ,from thee the clouds and ether move1 from thee the moisture flows1 ,from thee the waters draw their rills1 and earth with verdure glows1 ,and thou dost ever teach the wise1 and freely on them pour ,the inspiration of thy gifts1 the gladness of thy lore4 ,all praise to thee1 ,o joy of life1 ,o hope and strength1 we raise1 ,who givest us the prize of light1 who art thyself all praise4 ,from the ,latin of ,,st4 ,,hildegarde4 ,translation of ,r4,f4 ,,littledale4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,holy ,,spirit4 ,in the hour of my distress1 ,when temptations me oppress1 ,and when ,i my sins confess1 ,sweet ,spirit1 comfort me6 ,when ,i lie within my bed1 ,sick at heart1 and sick in head1 ,and with doubts discomforted1 ,sweet ,spirit1 comfort me6 ,when the house doth sigh and weep1 ,and the world is drowned in sleep1 ,yet mine eyes the watch do keep1 ,sweet ,spirit1 comfort me6 ,when the artless doctor sees ,no one hope but of his fees1 ,and his skill runs on the lees1 ,sweet ,spirit1 comfort me6 ,when his potion and his pill ,has or none or little skill1 ,meet for nothing but to kill1-- ,sweet ,spirit1 comfort me6 ,when the passing-bell doth toll1 ,and the ,furies1 in a shoal1 ,come to fright a parting soul1 ,sweet ,spirit1 comfort me6 ,when the tapers now burn blue1 ,and the comforters are few1 ,and that number more than true1 ,sweet ,spirit1 comfort me6 ,when the priest his last hath prayed1 ,and ,i nod to what is said ',cause my speech is now decayed1 ,sweet ,spirit1 comfort me6 ,when1 ,god knows1 ,i'm tost about ,either with despair or doubt1 ,yet before the glass be out1 ,sweet ,spirit1 comfort me6 ,when the tempter me pursu'th ,with the sins of all my youth1 ,and half damns me with untruth1 ,sweet ,spirit1 comfort me6 ,when the dames and hellish cries ,fright mine ears1 and fright mine eyes1 ,and all terrors me surprise1 ,sweet ,spirit1 comfort me6 ,when the judgment is revealed1 ,and that opened which was sealed1-- ,when to thee ,i have appealed1 ,sweet ,spirit1 comfort me6 ,,robert ,,herrick4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,hope ,,of ,,the ,,human ,,heart4 ,,from ,,anima ,,mundi4 ,god is good4 ,and flight is destined for the callow wing1 ,and the high appetite implies the food1 ,and souls most reach the level whence they spring2 ,o ,life of very life6 set free our powers1 ,hasten the travail of the yearning hours4 ,thou1 to whom old ,philosophy bent low1 ,to the wise few mysteriously revealed2 ,thou1 whom each humble ,christian worships now1 ,in the poor hamlet and the open field3 ,once an idea1 now ,comforter and ,friend1 ,hope of the human heart1 descend1 descend6 ,,richard ,,monckton ,,milnes4 7,,lord ,,houghton47 ,,ii4 ,,prayer ,,and ,,aspiration4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,what ,,is ,,prayer8 ,prayer is the soul's sincere desire1 ,uttered or unexpressed-- ,the motion of a hidden fire ,that trembles in the breast4 ,prayer is the burthen of a sigh1 ,the falling of a tear-- ,the upward glancing of an eye1 ,when none but ,god is near4 ,prayer is the simplest form of speech ,that infant lips can try-- ,prayer the sublimest strains that reach ,the majesty on high4 ,prayer is the contrite sinner's voice ,returning from his ways1 ,while angels in their songs rejoice1 ,and cry1 ,behold he prays6 ,prayer is the ,christian's vital breath-- ,the ,christian's native air-- ,his watchword at the gates of death-- ,he enters heaven with prayer4 ,the saints in prayer appear as one ,in word1 and deed1 and mind1 ,while with the ,father and the ,son ,sweet fellowship they find4 ,nor prayer is made by man alone-- ,the ,holy ,spirit pleads-- ,and ,jesus1 on the eternal throne1 ,for shiners intercedes4 ,o ,thou by whom we come to ,god-- ,the life1 the truth1 the way6 ,the path of prayer ,thyself hast trod2 ,lord1 teach us how to pray6 ,,james ,,montgomery4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,time ,,for ,,prayer4 ,when is the time for prayer8 ,with the first beams that light the morning's sky1 ,ere for the toils of day thou dost prepare1 ,lift up thy thoughts on high2 ,commend the loved ones to his watchful care3 ,morn is the time for prayer6 ,and in the noontide hour1 ,if worn by toil1 or by sad cares oppressed1 ,then unto ,god thy spirit's sorrow pour1 ,and he will give thee rest3-- ,thy voice shall reach him through the fields of air3 ,noon is the time for prayer6 ,when the bright sun hath set1-- ,whilst yet eve's glowing colors deck the skies2-- ,when the loved1 at home1 again thou 'st met1 ,then let the prayer arise ,for those who in thy joys and sorrow share3 ,eve is the time for prayer6 ,and when the stars come forth1-- ,when to the trusting heart sweet hopes are given1 ,and the deep stillness of the hour gives birth ,to pure1 bright dreams of heaven1-- ,kneel to thy ,god--ask strength1 life's ills to bear3 ,night is the time for prayer6 ,when is the time for prayer8 ,in every hour1 while life is spared to thee-- ,in crowds or solitudes--in joy or care-- ,thy thoughts should heavenward flee4 ,at home--at morn and eve--with loved ones there1 ,bend thou the knee in prayer6 ,g4 ,,bennett4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,seasons ,,of ,,prayer4 ,to prayer1 to prayer2--for the morning breaks1 ,and earth in her ,maker's smile awakes4 ,his light is on all below and above1-- ,the light of gladness1 and life1 and love4 ,oh1 then1 on the breath of this early air ,send upward the incense of grateful prayer4 ,to prayer2--for the glorious sun is gone1 ,and the gathering darkness of night comes on2 ,like a curtain from ,god's kind hand it flows1 ,to shade the couch where his children impose4 ,then kneel1 while the watching stars are bright1 ,and give your last thoughts to the ,guardian of night4 ,to prayer2--for the day that ,god has blest ,comes tranquilly on with its welcome rest4 ,it speaks of creation's early bloom2 ,it speaks of the ,prince who burst the tomb4 ,then summon the spirit's exalted powers1 ,and devote to ,heaven the hallowed hours4 ,there are smiles and tears in the mother's eyes1 ,for her new-born infant beside her lies4 ,oh1 hour of bliss6 when the heart o'erflows ,with rapture a mother only knows4 ,let it gush forth in words of fervent prayer2 ,let it swell up to ,heaven for her precious care4 ,there are smiles and tears in that gathering band1 ,where the heart is pledged with the trembling hand3 ,what trying thoughts in her bosom swell1 ,as the bride bids parents and home farewell6 ,kneel down by the side of the tearful pair1 ,and strengthen the perilous hour with prayer4 ,kneel down by the dying sinner's side1 ,and pray for his soul through ,him who died4 ,large drops of anguish are thick on his brow2 ,oh1 what are earth and its pleasures now6 ,and what shall assuage his dark despair1 ,but the penitent cry of humble prayer8 ,kneel down by the couch of departing faith1 ,and hear the last words the believer saith4 ,he has bidden adieu to his earthly friends2 ,there is peace in his eye that upward bends2 ,there is peace in his calm1 confiding air2 ,for his last thoughts are ,god's1 his last words prayer4 ,the voice of prayer at the sable bier6 ,a voice to sustain1 to soothe1 and to cheer4 ,it commends the spirit to ,god who gave2 ,it lifts the thoughts from the cold1 dark grave2 ,it points to the glory where he shall reign1 ,who whispered1 ,thy brother shall rise again4 ,the voice of prayer in the world of bliss6 ,but gladder1 purer1 than rose from this4 ,the ransomed shout to their glorious ,king1 ,where no sorrow shades the soul as they sing2 ,but a sinless and joyous song they raise1 ,and their voice of prayer is eternal praise4 ,awake1 awake6 and gird up thy strength1 ,to join that holy band at length6 ,to ,him who unceasing love displays1 ,whom the powers of nature unceasingly praise1-- ,to ,him thy heart and thy hours be given2 ,for a life of prayer is the life of ,heaven4 ,,henry ,,ware1 ,,jr4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,exhortation ,,to ,,prayer4 ,not on a prayerless bed1 not on a prayerless bed ,compose thy weary limbs to rest2 ,for they alone are blessed ,with balmy sleep ,whom angels keep2 ,nor1 though by care oppressed1 ,or anxious sorrow1 ,or thought in many a coil perplexed ,for coming morrow1 ,lay not thy head ,on prayerless bed4 ,for who can tell1 when sleep thine eyes shall close1 ,that earthly cares and woes ,to thee may e'er return8 ,arouse1 my soul6 ,slumber control1 ,and let thy lamp burn brightly2 ,so shall thine eyes discern ,things pure and sightly2 ,taught by the ,spirit1 learn ,never on a prayerless bed ,to lay thine unblest head4 ,hast thou no pining want1 or wish1 or care1 ,that calls for holy prayer8 ,has thy day been so bright ,that in its flight ,there is no trace of sorrow8 ,and thou art sure to-morrow ,will be like this1 and more ,abundant8 ,dost thou yet lay up thy store ,and still make plans for more8 ,thou fool6 this very night ,thy soul may wing its flight4 ,hast thou no being than thyself more dear1 ,that ploughs the ocean deep1 ,and when storms sweep ,the wintry1 lowering sky1 ,for whom thou wak'st and weepest8 ,oh1 when thy pangs are deepest1 ,seek then the covenant ark of prayer2 ,for ,he that slumbereth not is there-- ,his ear is open to thy cry4 ,oh1 then1 on prayerless bed ,lay not thy thoughtless head4 ,arouse thee1 weary soul1 nor yield to slumber1 ,till in communion blest ,with the elect ye rest-- ,those souls of countless numbers2 ,and with them raise ,the note of praise1 ,reaching from earth to heaven-- ,chosen1 redeemed1 forgiven2 ,so lay thy happy head1 ,prayer-crowned1 on blessed bed4 ,,margaret ,,mercer4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,prayer ,,and ,,repentance4 ,,from ,,hamlet1 ,,act ,,iii4 ,,sc4 #c4 ,the ,king4 ,o1 my offence is rank1 it smells to heaven2 ,it hath the primal eldest curse upon 't1 ,a brother's murder4 ,pray can ,i not1 ,though inclination be as sharp as will3 ,my stronger guilt defeats my strong intent2 ,and1 like a man to double business bound1 ,i stand in pause where ,i shall first begin1 ,and both neglect4 ,what if this cursd hand ,were thicker than itself with brother's blood1 ,is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens ,to wash it white as snow8 ,whereto serves mercy ,but to confront the visage of offence8 ,and what's in prayer but this twofold force1 ,to be forestalled ere we come to fall1 ,or pardoned being down8 ,then ,i'll look up2 ,my fault is past4 ,but1 ,o1 what form of prayer ,can serve my turn8 ,forgive me my foul murder8 ,that cannot be3 since ,i am still possessed ,of those effects for which ,i did the murder1 ,my crown1 mine own ambition and my queen4 ,may one be pardoned and retain the offence8 ,in the corrupted currents of this world ,offence's gilded hand may shove by justice4 ,and oft 't is seen the wicked prize itself ,buys out the law3 but 't is not so above2 ,there is no shuffling1 there the action lies ,in his true nature2 and we ourselves compelled1 ,even to the teeth and forehead of our faults1 ,to give in evidence4 ,what then8 what rests8 ,try what repentance can3 what can it not8 ,yet what can it when one cannot repent8 ,o wretched state6 ,o bosom black as death6 ,o limd soul1 that1 struggling to be free1 ,art more engaged6 ,help1 angels6 ,make assay6 ,bow1 stubborn knees2 and heart with strings of steel1 ,be soft as sinews of the new-born babe6 ,all may be well4 ,retires and kneels4 99 99 99 99 99 ,king 7rising74 ,my words fly up1 my thoughts remain below2 ,words without thoughts never to heaven go4 ,,shakespeare4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,caliph ,,and ,,satan4 ,,versified ,,from ,,tholuck',s ,,translation ,,out ,,of ,,the ,,persian4 ,in heavy sleep the ,caliph lay1 ,when some one called1 ,arise1 and pray6 ,the angry ,caliph cried1 ,who dare ,rebuke his king for slighting prayer8 ,then1 from the corner of the room1 ,a voice cut sharply through the gloom3 ,my name is ,satan1 ,rise6 obey ,mohammed's law2 awake1 and pray6 ,thy words are good1 the ,caliph said1 ,but their intent ,i somewhat dread4 ,for matters cannot well be worse ,than when the thief says1 ',guard your purse6' ,i cannot trust your counsel1 friend1 ,it surely hides some wicked end4 ,said ,satan1 ,near the throne of ,god1 ,in ages past1 we devils trod2 ,angels of light1 to us 't was given ,to guide each wandering foot to heaven4 ,not wholly lost is that first love4 ,nor those pure tastes we knew above4 ,roaming across a continent4 ,the ,tartar moves his shifting tent1 ,but never quite forgets the day ,when in his father's arms he lay2 ,so we1 once bathed in love divine4 ,recall the taste of that rich wine4 ,god's finger rested on my brow1-- ,that magic touch1 ,i feel it now6 ,i fell1 't is true--,o1 ask not why4 ,for still to ,god ,i turn my eye4 ,it was a chance by which ,i fell1 ,another takes me back from hell4 ',t was but my envy of mankind1 ,the envy of a loving mind4 ,jealous of men1 ,i could not bear ,god's love with this new race to share4 ,but yet ,god's tables open stand1 ,his guests flock in from every land2 ,some kind act towards the race of men ,may toss us into heaven again4 ,a game of chess is all we see1-- ,and ,god the player1 pieces we4 ,white1 black--queen1 pawn1--'t is all the same1 ,for on both sides he plays the game4 ,moved to and fro1 from good to ill1 ,we rise and fall as suits his will4 ,the ,caliph said1 ,if this be so1 ,i know not1 but thy guile ,i know2 ,for how can ,i thy words believe1 ,when even ,god thou didst deceive8 ,a sea of lies art thou1--our sin ,only a drop that sea within4 ,not so1 said ,satan1 ,i serve ,god1 ,his angel now1 and now his rod4 ,in tempting ,i both bless and curse1 ,make good men better1 bad men worse4 ,good coin is mixed with bad1 my brother1 ,i but distinguish one from the other4 ,granted1 the ,caliph said1 but still ,you never tempt to good1 but ill4 ,tell then the truth1 for well ,i know ,you come as my most deadly foe4 ,loud laughed the fiend4 ,you know me well1 ,therefore my purpose ,i will tell4 ,if you had missed your prayer1 ,i knew ,a swift repentance would ensue2 ,and such repentance would have been ,a good1 outweighing far the sin4 ,i chose this humbleness divine1 ,borne out of fault1 should not be thine1 ,preferring prayers elate with pride ,to sin with penitence allied4 ,,james ,,freeman ,,clarke4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,darkness ,,is ,,thinning4 ,darkness is thinning2 shadows are retreating2 ,morning and light are coming in their beauty2 ,suppliant seek we1 with an earnest outcry4 ,god the ,almighty6 ,so that our ,master1 having mercy on us4 ,may repel languor1 may bestow salvation4 ,granting us1 ,father1 of thy loving-kindness ,glory hereafter6 ,this1 of his mercy1 ever blessd ,godhead1 ,father1 and ,son1 and ,holy ,spirit1 give us1-- ,whom through the wide world celebrate forever ,blessing and glory6 ,from the ,latin of ,,st4 ,,gregory ,,the ,,great4 ,translation of ,,john ,,mason ,,neale4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,praise4 ,to write a verse or two is all the praise ,that ,i can raise2 ,mend my estate in any wayes1 ,thou shalt have more4 ,i go to church2 help me to wings1 and ,i ,will thither flie2 ,or1 if ,i mount unto the skie1 ,i will do more4 ,man is all weaknesse3 there is no such thing ,as ,prince or ,king3 ,his arm is short2 yet with a sling ,he may do more4 ,a herb destilled1 and drunk1 may dwell next doore1 ,on the same floore1 ,to a brave soul3 ,exalt the poore1 ,they can do more4 ,o1 raise me then6 poore bees1 that work all day1 ,sting my delay1 ,who have a work1 as well as they1 ,and much1 much more4 ,,george ,,herbert4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,prayer4 ,o ,god6 though sorrow be my fate1 ,and the world's hate ,for my heart's faith pursue me4 ,my peace they cannot take away2 ,prom day to day ,thou dost anew imbue me2 ,thou art not far2 a little while ,thou hid'st thy face1 with brighter smile ,thy father-love to show me4 ,lord1 not my will1 but thine1 be done2 ,if ,i sink down ,when men to terrors leave me1 ,thy father-love still warms my breast2 ,all's for the best2 ,shall men have power to grieve me1 ,when bliss eternal is my goal4 ,and thou the keeper of my soul1 ,who never will deceive me8 ,thou art my shield1 as saith the ,word4 ,christ ,jesus1 ,lord1 ,thou standest pitying by me1 ,and lookest on each grief of mine ,and if 't were thine3 ,what1 then1 though foes may try me4 ,though thorns be in my path concealed8 ,world1 do thy worst6 ,god is my shield6 ,and will be ever nigh me4 ,translated from ,,mary1 ,,queen ,,of ,,hungary4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,desire4 ,thou1 who dost dwell alone2 ,thou1 who dost know thine own2 ,thou1 to whom all are known1 ,from the cradle to the grave1-- ,save1 ,o1 save6 ,from the world's temptations2 ,from tribulations2 ,from that fierce anguish ,wherein we languish2 ,from that torpor deep ,wherein we lie asleep1 ,heavy as death1 cold as the grave1-- ,save1 ,o1 save6 ,when the soul1 growing clearer1 ,sees ,god no nearer2 ,when the soul1 mounting higher1 ,to ,god comes no nigher2 ,but the arch-fiend ,pride ,mounts at her side1 ,foiling her high emprize1 ,sealing her eagle eyes1 ,and1 when she fain would soar1 ,make idols to adore2 ,changing the pure emotion ,of her high devotion1 ,to a skin-deep sense ,of her own eloquence2 ,strong to deceive1 strong to enslave1-- ,save1 ,o1 save6 ,from the ingrained fashion ,of this earthly nature ,that mars thy creature2 ,from grief1 that is but passion2 ,from mirth1 that is but feigning2 ,from tears1 that bring no healing2 ,from wild and weak complaining2-- ,thine old strength revealing1 ,save1 ,o1 save6 ,from doubt1 where all is doable1 ,where wise men are not strong2 ,where comfort turns to trouble2 ,where just men suffer wrong2 ,where sorrow treads on joy2 ,where sweet things soonest cloy2 ,where faiths are built on dust2 ,where love is half mistrust1 ,hungry1 and barren1 and sharp as the sea2 ,o1 set us free6 ,o1 let the false dream fly ,where our sick souls do lie1 ,tossing continually4 ,o1 where thy voice doth come1 ,let all doubts be dumb2 ,let all words be mild2 ,all strife be reconciled2 ,all pains beguiled4 ,light brings no blindness2 ,love no unkindness2 ,knowledge no ruin2 ,fear no undoing1 ,from the cradle to the grave1-- ,save1 ,o1 save6 ,,matthew ,,arnold4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,why ,,thus ,,longing8 ,why thus longing1 thus forever sighing ,for the far off1 unattained1 and dim1 ,while the beautiful1 all round thee lying1 ,offers up its low perpetual hymn8 ,wouldst thou listen to its gentle teaching1 ,all thy restless yearnings it would still2 ,leaf and flower and laden bee are preaching ,thine own sphere1 though humble1 first to fill4 ,poor indeed thou must be1 if around thee ,thou no ray of light and joy canst throw1-- ,if no silken cord of love hath bound thee ,to some little world through weal and woe2 ,if no dear eyes thy fond love can brighten1-- ,no fond voices answer to thine own2 ,if no brother's sorrow thou canst lighten ,by daily sympathy and gentle tone4 ,not by deeds that win the crowd's applauses1 ,not by works that gain thee world-renown1 ,not by martyrdom or vaunted crosses1 ,canst thou win and wear the immortal crown4 ,daily struggling1 though unloved and lonely1 ,every day a rich reward will give2 ,thou wilt find1 by hearty striving only1 ,and truly loving1 thou canst truly live4 ,dost thou revel in the rosy morning1 ,when all nature hails the ,lord of light1 ,and his smile1 the mountain-tops adorning1 ,robes yon fragrant fields in radiance bright8 ,other hands may grasp the field and forest1 ,proud proprietors in pomp may shine2 ,but with fervent love if thou adorest1 ,thou art wealthier1--all the world is thine4 ,yet if through earth's wide domains thou rovest1 ,sighing that they are not thine alone4 ,not those fair fields1 but thyself thou lovest1 ,and their beauty and thy wealth are gone4 ,nature wears the color of the spirit2 ,sweetly to her worshipper she sings2 ,all the glow1 the grace she doth inherit1 ,round her trusting child she fondly flings4 ,,harriet ,,winslow ,,sewall4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,prayer ,,and ,,answer4 ,o ,god1 ,i cannot walk the ,way1-- ,the thorns1 the thirst1 the darkness1 ,and bleeding feet and aching heart6 ,i hear the songs and revels of the throng1-- ,they sneer upon my downcast face with scorn1-- ,yet1 ,o my ,god1 ,i must and shall walk with ,thee6 ,o ,god1 ,i cannot take the ,truth6 ,far easier honeyed hopes and falsehoods fair1 ,but ,truth1--the ,truth is stern and strong and awful4 ,it ploughs my soul with ploughshares flaming hot-- ,yet give me ,truth4 ,i must have ,truth1 ,o ,god6 ,o ,god1 ,i cannot live the ,life1-- ,the flinging all to death that life may come2 ,the surging of ,thy ,spirit in my heart ,in fire and flame will all consume me1-- ,yet1 ,o my ,god1 ,i cannot live without ,thee6 ,and as ,i agonized in dust and shame ,with tears and sighs in all the bitter prayer1 ,i felt1 as 't were1 an arm that stole around me1 ,and raised me to my feet4 ,and at the touch1 hope blossomed in my heart1 ,and new-found strength in flood-tides thrilled and throbbed ,through soul and limbs4 ,i looked to see4444 ,o tender lordly ,face6 ,it was ,himself1--the ,way1 the ,truth1 the ,life6 ,,oliver ,,huckel4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,aim4 ,o thou who lovest not alone ,the swift success1 the instant goal1 ,but hast a lenient eye to mark ,the failures of th' inconstant soul1 ,consider not my little worth1-- ,the mean achievement1 scamped in act1 ,the high resolve and low result1 ,the dream that durst not face the fact4 ,but count the reach of my desire4 ,let this be something in ,thy sight3-- ,i have not1 in the slothful dark1 ,forgot the ,vision and the ,height4 ,neither my body nor my soul ,to earth's low ease will yield consent4 ,i praise ,thee for my will to strive4 ,i bless ,thy goad of discontent4 ,,charles ,g4,d4 ,,roberts4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,love ,,of ,,god ,,supreme4 ,thou hidden love of ,god1 whose height1 ,whose depth unfathomed no man knows1 ,i see from far thy beauteous light1 ,inly ,i sigh for thy repose4 ,my heart is pained1 nor can it be ,at rest till it finds rest in thee4 ,thy secret voice invites me still ,the sweetness of thy yoke to prove1 ,and fain ,i would2 but though my will ,be fixed1 yet wide my passions rove4 ,yet hindrances strew all the way2 ,i aim at thee1 yet from thee stray4 ',t is mercy all that thou hast brought ,my mind to seek her peace in thee4 ,yet while ,i seek but find thee not ,no peace my wand'ring soul shall see4 ,oh6 when shall all my wand'rings end1 ,and all my steps to-thee-ward tend8 ,is there a thing beneath the sun ,that strives with thee my heart to share8 ,ah6 tear it thence and reign alone1 ,the ,lord of every motion there4 ,then shall my heart from earth be free1 ,when it has found repose in thee4 ,oh6 hide this self from me1 that ,i ,no more1 but ,christ in me1 may live4 ,my vile affections crucify1 ,nor let one darling lust survive4 ,in all things nothing may ,i see1 ,nothing desire or seek but thee4 ,o ,love1 thy sovereign aid impart1 ,to save me from low-thoughted care2 ,chase this self-will through all my heart1 ,through all its latent mazes there4 ,make me thy duteous child1 that ,i ,ceaseless may ,abba1 ,father1 cry4 ,ah6 no2 ne'er will ,i backward turn3 ,thine wholly1 thine alone ,i am4 ,thrice happy he who views with scorn ,earth's toys1 for thee his constant flame4 ,oh6 help1 that ,i may never move ,from the blest footsteps of thy love4 ,each moment draw from earth away ,my heart1 that lowly waits thy call4 ,speak to my inmost soul1 and say1 ,i am thy ,love1 thy ,god1 thy ,all4 ,to feel thy power1 to hear thy voice1 ,to taste thy love is all my choice4 ,from the ,german of ,,gerhard ,,tersteegen4 ,translation of ,,john ,,wesley4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,in ,a ,,lecture-,,room4 ,away1 haunt thou not me1 ,thou vain ,philosophy6 ,little hast thou bestead1 ,save to perplex the head1 ,and leave the spirit dead4 ,unto thy broken cisterns wherefore go4 ,while from the secret treasure-depths below1 ,fed by the skyey shower1 ,and clouds that sink and rest on hill-tops high1 ,wisdom at once1 and ,power1 ,are welling1 bubbling forth1 unseen1 incessantly8 ,why labor at the dull mechanic oar1 ,when the fresh breeze is blowing1 ,and the strong current flowing1 ,right onward to the ,eternal ,shore8 ,,arthur ,,hugh ,,clough4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,from ,,the ,,recesses ,,of ,a ,,lowly ,,spirit4 ,from the recesses of a lowly spirit1 ,our humble prayer ascends2 ,o ,father6 hear it4 ,upsoaring on the wings of awe and meekness1 ,forgive its weakness6 ,we see thy hand1--it leads us1 it supports us2 ,we hear thy voice1--it counsels and it courts us2 ,and then we turn away2 and still thy kindness ,forgives our blindness4 ,o1 how long-suffering1 ,lord6 but thou delightest ,to win with love the wandering3 thou invited1 ,by smiles of mercy1 not by frowns or terrors1 ,man from his errors4 ,father and ,saviour6 plant within each bosom ,the seeds of holiness1 and bid them blossom ,in fragrance and in beauty bright and vernal1 ,and spring eternal4 ,,sir ,,john ,,bowring4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,higher ,,good4 ,father1 ,i will not ask for wealth or fame1 ,though once they would have joyed my carnal sense3 ,i shudder not to bear a hated name1 ,wanting all wealth1 myself my sole defence4 ,but give me1 ,lord1 eyes to behold the truth2 ,a seeing sense that knows the eternal right2 ,a heart with pity filled1 and gentlest ruth2 ,a manly faith that makes all darkness light3 ,give me the power to labor for mankind2 ,make me the mouth of such as cannot speak2 ,eyes let me be to groping men1 and blind2 ,a conscience to the base2 and to the weak ,let me be hands and feet2 and to the foolish1 mind2 ,and lead still further on such as thy kingdom seek4 ,,theodore ,,parker4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,ascription4 ,o thou who hast beneath ,thy hand ,the dark foundations of the land1-- ,the motion of whose ordered thought ,an instant universe hath wrought1-- ,who hast within ,thine equal heed ,the rolling sun1 the ripening seed1 ,the azure of the speedwell's eye4 ,the vast solemnities of sky1-- ,who hear'st no less the feeble note ,of one small bird's awakening throat1 ,than that unnamed1 tremendous chord ,arcturus sounds before his ,lord1-- ,more sweet to ,thee than all acclaim ,of storm and ocean1 stars and flame1 ,in favor more before ,thy face ,than pageantry of time and space4 ,the worship and the service be ,of him ,thou madest most like ,thee1-- ,who in his nostrils hath ,thy breath1 ,whose spirit is the lord of death6 ,,charles ,g4,d4 ,,roberts4 99 99 99 99 99 ,o ,,master1 ,,let ,,me ,,walk ,,with ,,thee4 ,o ,master1 let me walk with thee ,in lowly paths of service free2 ,tell me thy secret2 help me bear ,the strain of toil1 the fret of care2 ,help me the slow of heart to move ,by some clear winning word of love2 ,teach me the wayward feet to stay1 ,and guide them in the homeward way4 ,o ,master1 let me walk with thee ,before the taunting ,pharisee2 ,help me to bear the sting of spite1 ,the hate of men who hide thy light1 ,the sore distrust of souls sincere ,who cannot read thy judgments clear1 ,the dulness of the multitude ,who dimly guess that thou art good4 ,teach me thy patience2 still with thee ,in closer1 dearer company1 ,in work that keeps faith sweet and strong1 ,in trust that triumphs over wrong1 ,in hope that sends a shining ray ,far down the future's broadening way1 ,in peace that only thou canst give1 ,with thee1 ,o ,master1 let me live6 ,,washington ,,gladden4 ,,iii4 ,,faith3 ,,hope3 ,,love3 ,,service4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,faith4 ,o world1 thou choosest not the better part6 ,it is not wisdom to be only wise1 ,and on the inward vision close the eyes1 ,but it is wisdom to believe the heart4 ,columbus found a world1 and had no chart1 ,save one that faith deciphered in the skies2 ,to trust the soul's invincible surmise ,was all his science and his only art4 ,our knowledge is a torch of smoky pine ,that lights the pathway but one step ahead ,across a void of mystery and dread4 ,bid1 then1 the tender light of faith to shine ,by which alone the mortal heart is led ,unto the thinking of the thought divine4 ,,george ,,santayana4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,fight ,,of ,,faith4 ,the author of this poem1 one of the victims of the persecuting ,henry ,,viii41 was burnt to death at ,smithfield in #aedf4 ,it was made and sung by her while a prisoner in ,newgate4 ,like as the armd ,knighte1 ,appointed to the fielde4 ,with this world wil ,i fight1 ,and faith shal be my shilde4 ,faith is that weapon stronge1 ,which wil not faile at nede2 ,my foes therefore amonge1 ,therewith wil ,i precede4 ,as it is had in strengthe1 ,and forces of ,christes waye1 ,it wil prevaile at lengthe1 ,though all the devils saye naye4 ,faithe of the fathers olde ,obtaind right witness1 ,which makes me verye bolde ,to fear no worldes distress4 ,i now rejoice in harte1 ,and hope bides me do so2 ,for ,christ wil take my part1 ,and ease me of my we4 ,thou sayst1 ,lord1 whoso knocke1 ,to them wilt thou attende2 ,undo1 therefore1 the locke1 ,and thy stronge power sende4 ,more enemies now ,i have ,than heeres upon my head2 ,let them not me deprave1 ,but fight thou in my steade4 ,on thee my care ,i cast1 ,for all their cruell spight2 ,i set not by their hast1 ,for thou art my delight4 ,i am not she that list ,my anker to let fall ,for every drislinge mist2 ,my shippe's substancial4 ,not oft ,i use to wright ,in prose1 nor yet in ryme2 ,yet wil ,i shewe one sight1 ,that ,i sawe in my time3 ,i sawe a royall throne1 ,where ,justice shulde have sitte2 ,but in her steade was ,one ,of moody cruell witte4 ,absorpt was rightwisness1 ,as by the raginge floude2 ,sathan1 in his excess1 ,sucte up the guiltlesse bloude4 ,then thought ,i1--,jesus1 ,lorde1 ,when thou shalt judge us all1 ,harde is it to recorde ,on these men what will fall4 ,yet1 ,lorde1 ,i thee desire1 ,for that they doe to me1 ,let them not taste the hire ,of their iniquitie4 ,,anne ,,askewe4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,doubt ,,and ,,faith4 ,,from ,,in ,,memoriam1 ,,xcv4 ,you say1 but with no touch of scorn1 ,sweet-hearted1 you1 whose light-blue eyes ,are tender over drowning flies1 ,you tell me1 doubt is ,devil-born4 ,i know not3 one indeed ,i knew ,in many a subtle question versed1 ,who touched a jarring lyre at first1 ,but ever strove to make it true3 ,perplext in faith1 but pure in deeds1 ,at last he beat his music out4 ,there lives more faith in honest doubt1 ,believe me1 than in half the creeds4 ,he fought his doubts and gathered strength1 ,he would not make his judgment blind1 ,he faced the spectres of the mind ,and laid them3 thus he came at length ,to find a stronger faith his own2 ,and ,power was with him in the night1 ,which makes the darkness and the light1 ,and dwells not in the light alone1 ,but in the darkness and the cloud1 ,as over ,sinai's peaks of old1 ,while ,israel made their gods of gold1 ,although the trumpet blew so loud4 ,,alfred1 ,,lord ,,tennyson4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,my ,,times ,,are ,,in ,,thy ,,hand4 ,my times are in thy hand6 ,i know not what a day ,or e'en an hour may bring to me1 ,but ,i am safe while trusting thee1 ,though all things fade away4 ,all weakness1 ,i ,on him rely ,who fixed the earth and spread the starry sky4 ,my times are in thy hand6 ,pale poverty or wealth4 ,corroding care or calm repose4 ,spring's balmy breath or winter's snows4 ,sickness or buoyant health1-- ,whate'er betide1 ,if ,god provide1 ',t is for the best2 ,i wish no lot beside4 ,my times are in thy hand6 ,should friendship pure illume ,and strew my path with fairest flowers1 ,or should ,i spend life's dreary hours ,in solitude's dark gloom1 ,thou art a friend4 ,till time shall end ,unchangeably the same2 in thee all beauties blend4 ,my times are in thy hand6 ,many or few1 my days ,i leave with thee1--this only pray1 ,that by thy grace1 ,i1 every day ,devoting to thy praise1 ,may ready be ,to welcome thee ,whene'er thou com'st to set my spirit free4 ,my times are in thy hand6 ,howe'er those times may end1 ,sudden or slow my soul's release1 ,midst anguish1 frenzy1 or in peace1 ,i'm safe with ,christ my friend4 ,if he is nigh1 ,howe'er ,i die1 ',t will be the dawn of heavenly ecstasy4 ,my times are in thy hand6 ,to thee ,i can intrust ,my slumbering clay1 till thy command ,bids all the dead before thee stand1 ,awaking from the dust4 ,beholding thee1 ,what bliss 't will be ,with all thy saints to spend eternity6 ,to spend eternity ,in heaven's unclouded light6 ,from sorrow1 sin1 and frailty free1 ,beholding and resembling thee1-- ,o too transporting sight6 ,prospect too fair ,for flesh to bear6 ,haste6 haste6 my ,lord1 and soon transport me there6 ,,christopher ,,newman ,,hall4 99 99 99 99 99 ,a ,,mystical ,,ecstasy4 ,e'en like two little bank-dividing brooks1 ,that wash the pebbles with their wanton streams1 ,and having ranged and searched a thousand nooks1 ,meet both at length in silver-breasted ,thames1 ,where in a greater current they conjoin3 ,so ,i my ,best-,belovd's am2 so ,he is mine4 ,e'en so we met2 and after long pursuit1 ,e'en so we joined2 we both became entire2 ,no need for either to renew a suit1 ,for ,i was flax and he was flames of fire3 ,our firm-united souls did more than twine3 ,so ,i my ,best-,belovd's am2 so ,he is mine4 ,if all those glittering ,monarchs that command ,the servile quarters of this earthly ball1 ,should tender1 in exchange1 their shares of land1 ,i would not change my fortunes for them all3 ,their wealth is but a counter to my coin3 ,the world's but theirs2 but my ,belovd's mine4 ,,francis ,,quarles4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,mystic',s ,,vision ,ah6 ,i shall kill myself with dreams6 ,these dreams that softly lap me round ,through trance-like hours in which meseems ,that ,i am swallowed up and drowned2 ,drowned in your love1 which flows o'er me ,as o'er the seaweed flows the sea4 ,in watches of the middle night1 ',twixt vesper and 'twist matin bell1 ,with rigid arms and straining sight1 ,i wait within my narrow cell2 ,with muttered prayers1 suspended will1 ,i wait your advent--statue-still4 ,across the convent garden walls ,the wind blows from the silver seas2 ,black shadow of the cypress falls ,between the moon-meshed olive-trees2 ,sleep-walking from their golden bowers1 ,flit disembodied orange flowers4 ,and in ,god's consecrated house1 ,all motionless from head to feet1 ,my heart awaits her heavenly ,spouse1 ,as white ,i lie on my white sheet2 ,with body lulled and soul awake1 ,i watch in anguish for your sake4 ,and suddenly1 across the gloom1 ,the naked moonlight sharply swings2 ,a ,presence stirs within the room1 ,a breath of flowers and hovering wings3-- ,your presence without form and void1 ,beyond all earthly joys enjoyed4 ,my heart is hushed1 my tongue is mute1 ,my life is centred in your will2 ,you play upon me like a lute ,which answers to its master's skill1 ,till passionately vibrating1 ,each nerve becomes a throbbing string4 ,oh1 incommunicably sweet6 ,no longer aching and apart1 ,as rain upon the tender wheat1 ,you pour upon my thirsty heart2 ,as scent is bound up in the rose1 ,your love within my bosom glows4 ,,mathilde ,,blind4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,call4 ,come1 my way1 my truth1 my life-- ,such a way as gives us breath2 ,such a truth as ends all strife2 ,such a life as killeth death4 ,come my light1 my feast1 my strength-- ,such a light as shows a feast2 ,such a feast as mends in length2 ,such a strength as makes ,his guest4 ,come my joy1 my love1 my heart6 ,such a joy as none can move2 ,such a love as none can part2 ,such a heart as joys in love4 ,,george ,,herbert4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,hope4 ,,from ,,the ,,pleasures ,,of ,,hope4,a ,unfading ,hope6 when life's last embers burn1 ,when soul to soul1 and dust to dust return6 ,heaven to thy charge resigns the awful hour6 ,o1 then thy kingdom comes6 ,immortal ,power6 ,what though each spark of earth-born rapture fly ,the quivering lip1 pale cheek1 and closing eye6 ,bright to the soul thy seraph hands convey ,the morning dream of life's eternal day1-- ,then1 then1 the triumph and the trance begin1 ,and all the phoenix spirit burns within6 99 99 99 99 99 ,daughter of ,faith1 awake1 arise1 illume ,the dread unknown1 the chaos of the tomb2 ,melt1 and dispel1 ye spectre-doubts1 that roll ,cimmerian darkness o'er the parting soul6 ,fly1 like the moon-eyed herald of ,dismay1 ,chased on his night-steed by the star of day6 ,the strife is o'er1--the pangs of ,nature close1 ,and life's last rapture triumphs o'er her woes4 ,hark6 as the spirit eyes1 with eagle gaze1 ,the noon of ,heaven undazzled by the blaze1 ,on heavenly winds that waft her to the sky1 ,float the sweet tones of star-born melody2 ,wild as that hallowed anthem sent to hail ,bethlehem's shepherds in the lonely vale1 ,when ,jordan hushed his waves1 and midnight still ,watched on the holy towers of ,zion hill6 99 99 99 99 99 ,eternal ,hope6 when yonder spheres sublime ,pealed their first notes to sound the march of ,time1 ,thy joyous youth began1--but not to fade4 ,when all the sister planets have decayed2 ,when wrapt in fire the realms of ether glow1 ,and ,heaven's last thunder shakes the world below2 ,thou1 undismayed1 shalt o'er the ruins smile1 ,and light thy torch at ,nature's funeral pile4 ,,thomas ,,campbell4 ,footnote ,a3 ,this poem was written when the author was but twenty-one years of age4 99 99 99 99 99 ,a ,,query4 ,oh the wonder of our life1 ,pain and pleasure1 rest and strife1 ,mystery of mysteries1 ,set twixt two eternities6 ,lo1 the moments come and go1 ,e'en as sparks1 and vanish so2 ,flash from darkness into light1 ,quick as thought are quenched in night4 ,with an import grand and strange ,are they fraught in ceaseless change ,as they post away2 each one ,stands eternally alone4 ,the scene more fair than words can say1 ,i gaze upon and go my way2 ,i turn1 another glance to claim-- ,something is changed1 't is not the same4 ,the purple flush on yonder fell1 ,the tinkle of that cattle-bell1 ,came1 and have never come before1 ,go1 and are gone forevermore4 ,our life is held as with a vice1 ,we cannot do the same thing twice2 ,once we may1 but not again2 ,only memories remain4 ,what if memories vanish too1 ,and the past be lost to view2 ,is it all for nought that ,i ,heard and saw and hurried by8 ,where are childhood's merry hours1 ,bright with sunshine1 crossed with showers8 ,are they dead1 and can they never ,come again to life forever8 ,no--'t is false1 ,i surely trow2 ,though awhile they vanish now2 ,every passion1 deed1 and thought ,was not born to come to nought6 ,will the past then come again1 ,rest and pleasure1 strife and pain1 ,all the heaven and all the hell8 ,ah1 we know not3 ,god can tell4 ,,good ,,words4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,humility4 ,the bird that soars on highest wing ,builds on the ground her lowly nest2 ,and she that doth most sweetly sing ,sings in the shade1 where all things rest2 ,in lark and nightingale we see ,what honor hath humility4 ,when ,mary chose the better part1 ,she meekly sat at ,jesus' feet2 ,and ,lydia's gently opened heart ,was made for ,god's own temple meet3 ,fairest and best adorned is she ,whose clothing is humility4 ,the saint that wears heaven's brightest crown1 ,in deepest adoration bends3 ,the weight of glory bows him down ,then most1 when most his soul ascends3 ,nearest the throne itself must be ,the footstool of humility4 ,,james ,,montgomery4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,king ,,robert ,,of ,,sicily4 ,robert of ,sicily1 brother of ,pope ,urbane ,and ,valmond1 emperor of ,allemaine1 ,apparelled in magnificent attire1 ,with retinue of many a knight and squire1 ,on ,saint ,john's eve1 at vespers1 proudly sat ,and heard the priests chant the ,magnificat4 ,and as he listened o'er and o'er again ,repeated1 like a burden or refrain1 ,he caught the words1 ,deposuit potentes ,de sede1 et exaltavit humiles2 ,and slowly lifting up his kingly head1 ,he to a learned clerk beside him said1 ,what mean these words8 ,the clerk made answer meet1 ,he has put down the mighty from their seat1 ,and has exalted them of low degree4 ,thereat ,king ,robert muttered scornfully1 ',t is well that such seditious words are sung ,only by priests and in the ,latin tongue2 ,for unto priests and people be it known1 ,there is no power can push me from my throne6 ,and leaning back1 he yawned and fell asleep1 ,lulled by the chant monotonous and deep4 ,when he awoke1 it was already night2 ,the church was empty1 and there was no light1 ,save where the lamps that glimmered1 few and faint1 ,lighted a little space before some saint4 ,he started from his seat and gazed around1 ,but saw no living thing and heard no sound4 ,he gropd towards the door1 but it was locked2 ,he cried aloud1 and listened1 and then knocked1 ,and uttered awful threatenings and complaints1 ,and imprecations upon men and saints4 ,the sounds rechoed from the roof and walls ,as if dead priests were laughing in their stalls4 ,at length the sexton1 hearing from without ,the tumult of the knocking and the shout1 ,and thinking thieves were in the house of prayer1 ,came with his lantern1 asking1 ,who is there8 ,half choked with rage1 ,king ,robert fiercely said1 ,open3 'tis ,i1 the king6 ,art thou afraid8 ,the frightened sexton1 muttering1 with a curse1 ,this is some drunken vagabond1 or worse6 ,turned the great key and flung the portal wide2 ,a man rushed by him at a single stride1 ,haggard1 half naked1 without hat or cloak1 ,who neither turned1 nor looked at him1 nor spoke4 ,but leaped into the blackness of the night1 ,and vanished like a spectre from his sight4 ,robert of ,sicily1 brother of ,pope ,urbane ,and ,valmond1 emperor of ,allemaine1 ,despoiled of his magnificent attire1 ,bare-headed1 breathless1 and besprent with mire1 ,with sense of wrong and outrage desperate1 ,strode on and thundered at the palace gate3 ,bushed through the court-yard1 thrusting in his rage ,to right and left each seneschal and page1 ,and hurried up the broad and sounding stair1 ,his white face ghastly in the torches' glare4 ,from hall to hall he passed with breathless speed3 ,voices and cries he heard1 but did not heed1 ,until at last he reached the banquet-room1 ,blazing with light1 and breathing with perfume4 ,there on the dais sat another king1 ,wearing his rotes1 his crown1 his signet-ring4 ,king ,robert's self in features1 form1 and height1 ,but all transfigured with angelic light6 ,it was an angel2 and his presence there ,with a divine effulgence filled the air1 ,an exaltation1 piercing the disguise1 ,though none the hidden angel recognize4 ,a moment speechless1 motionless1 amazed1 ,the throneless monarch on the angel gazed1 ,who met his looks of anger and surprise ,with the divine compassion of his eyes2 ,then said1 ,who art thou8 and why com'st thou here8 ,to which ,king ,robert answered with a sneer1 ,i am the king1 and come to claim my own ,from an impostor1 who usurps my throne6 ,and suddenly1 at these audacious words1 ,up sprang the angry guests1 and drew their swords2 ,the angel answered with unruffled brow1 ,nay1 not the king1 but the king's jester2 thou ,henceforth shalt wear the bells and scalloped cape1 ,and for thy counsellor shalt lead an ape3 ,thou shalt obey my servants when they call1 ,and wait upon my henchmen in the hall6 ,deaf to ,king ,robert's threats and cries and prayers1 ,they thrust him from the hall and down the stairs2 ,a group of tittering pages ran before1 ,and as they opened wide the folding-door1 ,his heart failed1 for he heard1 with strange alarms1 ,the boisterous laughter of the men-at-arms1 ,and all the vaulted chamber roar and ring ,with the mock plaudits of ,long live the king6 ,next morning1 waking with the day's first beam1 ,he said within himself1 ,it was a dream6 ,but the straw rustled as he turned his head1 ,there were the cap and bells beside his bed2 ,around him rose the bare1 discolored walls4 ,close by1 the steeds were champing in their stalls1 ,and in the corner1 a revolting shape1 ,shivering and chattering1 sat the wretched ape4 ,it was no dream2 the world he loved so much ,had turned to dust and ashes at his touch6 ,days came and went2 and now returned again ,to ,sicily the old ,saturnian reign2 ,under the angel's governance benign ,the happy island danced with corn and wine1 ,and deep within the mountain's burning breast ,enceladus1 the giant1 was at rest4 ,meanwhile ,king ,robert yielded to his fate1 ,sullen and silent and disconsolate4 ,dressed in the motley garb that jesters wear1 ,with looks bewildered and a vacant stare1 ,close shaven above the ears1 as monks are shorn1 ,by courtiers mocked1 by pages laughed to scorn1 ,his only friend the ape1 his only food ,what others left1--he still was unsubdued4 ,and when the angel met him on his way1 ,and half in earnest1 half in jest1 would say1 ,sternly1 though tenderly1 that he might feel ,the velvet scabbard held a sword of steel1 ,art thou the king8 the passion of his woe ,burst from him in resistless overflow1 ,and lifting high his forehead1 he would fling ,the haughty answer back1 ,i am1 ,i am the king6 ,almost three years were ended2 when there came ,ambassadors of great repute and name ,from ,valmond1 emperor of ,allemaine1 ,unto ,king ,robert1 saying that ,pope ,urbane ,by letter summoned them forthwith to come ,on ,holy ,thursday to his city of ,rome4 ,the angel with great joy received his guests1 ,and gave them presents of embroidered vests1 ,and velvet mantles with rich ermine lined1 ,and rings and jewels of the rarest kind4 ,then he departed with them o'er the sea ,into the lovely land of ,italy1 ,whose loveliness was more resplendent made ,by the mere passing of that cavalcade1 ,with plumes1 and cloaks1 and housings1 and the stir ,of jewelled bridle and of golden spur4 ,and lo6 among the menials1 in mock state1 ,upon a piebald steed1 with shambling gait1 ,his cloak of fox-tails flapping in the wind1 ,the solemn ape demurely perched behind1 ,king ,robert rode1 making huge merriment ,in all the country towns through which they went4 ,the pope received them with great pomp1 and blare ,of bannered trumpets1 on ,saint ,peter's square1 ,giving his benediction and embrace1 ,fervent1 and full of apostolic grace4 ,while with congratulations and with prayers ,he entertained the angel unawares1 ,robert1 the jester1 bursting through the crowd1 ,into their presence rushed1 and cried aloud3 ,i am the king6 ,look and behold in me ,robert1 your brother1 king of ,sicily6 ,this man1 who wears my semblance to your eyes1 ,is an impostor in a king's disguise4 ,do you not know me8 does no voice within ,answer my cry1 and say we are akin8 ,the pope in silence1 but with troubled mien4 ,gazed at the angel's countenance serene2 ,the emperor1 laughing1 said1 ,it is strange sport ,to keep a madman for thy fool at court6 ,and the poor1 baffled jester in disgrace ,was hustled back among the populace4 ,in solemn state the holy week went by1 ,and ,easter ,sunday gleamed upon the sky2 ,the presence of an angel1 with its light1 ,before the sun rose1 made the city bright1 ,and with new fervor filled the hearts of men1 ,who felt that ,christ indeed had risen again4 ,even the ,jester1 on his bed of straw1 ,with haggard eyes the unwonted splendor saw2 ,he felt within a power unfelt before1 ,and1 kneeling humbly on his chamber floor1 ,he heard the rustling garments of the ,lord ,sweep through the silent air1 ascending heavenward4 ,and now the visit ending1 and once more ,valmond returning to the ,danube's shore1 ,homeward the angel journeyed1 and again ,the land was made resplendent with his train1 ,flashing along the towns of ,italy ,unto ,salerno1 and from there by sea4 ,and when once more within ,palermo's wall1 ,and1 seated on his throne in his great hall1 ,he heard the ,angelus from convent towers1 ,as if the better world conversed with ours1 ,he beckoned to ,king ,robert to draw nigher1 ,and with a gesture bade the rest retire2 ,and when they were alone1 the angel said1 ,art thou the king8 ,then bowing down his head1 ,king ,robert crossed both hands upon his breast1 ,and meekly answered him3 ,thou knowest best6 ,my sins as scarlet are2 let me go hence1 ,and in some cloister's school of penitence1 ,across those stones that pave the way to heaven ,walk barefoot till my guilty soul is shriven6 ,the angel smiled1 and from his radiant face ,a holy light illumined all the place1 ,and through the open window1 loud and clear1 ,they heard the monks chant in the chapel near1 ,above the stir and tumult of the street3 ,he has put down the mighty from their seat1 ,and has exalted them of low degree6 ,and through the chant a second melody ,rose like the throbbing of a single string3 ,i am an angel1 and thou art the king6 ,king ,robert1 who was standing near the throne1 ,lifted his eyes1 and lo6 he was alone6 ,but all apparelled as in days of old1 ,with ermined mantle and with cloth of gold2 ,and when his courtiers came they found him there ,kneeling upon the floor1 absorbed in silent prayer4 ,,henry ,,wadsworth ,,longfellow4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,service4 ,,from ,,pippa ,,passes4 ,all service ranks the same with ,god3 ,if now1 as formerly he trod ,paradise1 his presence fills ,our earth1 each only as ,god wills ,can work--,god's puppets1 best and worst1 ,are we2 there is no last nor first4 ,say not a small event6 ,why small8 ,costs it more pain than this1 ye call ,a great event1 should come to pass1 ,than that8 ,untwine me from the mass ,of deeds which make up life1 one deed ,power shall fall short in or exceed6 ,,robert ,,browning4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,two ,,angels4 ,god called the nearest angels who dwell with ,him above3 ,the tenderest one was ,pity1 the dearest one was ,love4 ,arise1 ,he said1 my angels6 a wail of woe and sin ,steals through the gates of heaven1 and saddens all within4 ,my harps take up the mournful strain that from a lost world swells1 ,the smoke of torment clouds the light and blights the asphodels4 ,fly downward to that under world1 and on its souls of pain1 ,let ,love drop smiles like sunshine1 and ,pity tears like rain6 ,two faces bowed before the ,throne1 veiled in their golden hair2 ,four white wings lessened swiftly down the dark abyss of air4 ,the way was strange1 the flight was long2 at last the angels came ,where swung the lost and nether world1 red-wrapped in rayless flame4 ,there ,pity1 shuddering1 wept2 but ,love1 with faith too strong for fear1 ,took heart from ,god's almightiness and smiled a smile of cheer4 ,and lo6 that tear of ,pity quenched the flame whereon it fell1 ,and1 with the sunshine of that smile1 hope entered into hell6 ,two unveiled faces full of joy looked upward to the ,throne1 ,four white wings folded at the feet of ,him who sat thereon6 ,and deeper than the sound of seas1 more soft than falling flake1 ,amidst the hush of wing and song the ,voice ,eternal spake3 ,welcome1 my angels6 ye have brought a holier joy to heaven2 ,henceforth its sweetest song shall be the song of sin forgiven6 ,,john ,,greenleaf ,,whittier4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,self-,,exiled4 ,there came a soul to the gate of ,heaven ,gliding slow-- ,a soul that was ransomed and forgiven1 ,and white as snow3 ,and the angels all were silent4 ,a mystic light beamed from the face ,of the radiant maid1 ,but there also lay on its tender grace ,a mystic shade3 ,and the angels all were silent4 ,as sunlit clouds by a zephyr borne ,seem not to stir1 ,so to the golden gates of morn ,they carried her3 ,and the angels all were silent4 ,now open the gate1 and let her in1 ,and fling ,it wide1 ,for she has been cleansed from stain of sin1 ,saint ,peter cried3 ,and the angels all were silent4 ,though ,i am cleansed from stain of sin1 ,she answered low1 ,i came not hither to enter in1 ,nor may ,i go3 ,and the angels all were silent4 ,i come1 she said1 to the pearly door1 ,to see the ,throne ,where sits the ,lamb on the ,sapphire ,floor1 ,with ,god alone3 ,and the angels all were silent4 ,i come to hear the new song they sing ,to ,him that died1 ,and note where the healing waters spring ,from ,his piercd side3 ,and the angels all were silent4 ,but ,i may not enter there1 she said1 ,for ,i must go ,across the gulf where the guilty dead ,lie in their woe3 ,and the angels all were silent4 ,if ,i enter heaven ,i may not pass ,to where they be1 ,though the wail of their bitter pain1 alas6 ,tormenteth me3 ,and the angels all were silent4 ,if ,i enter heaven ,i may not speak ,my soul's desire ,for them that are lying distraught and weak ,in flaming fire3 ,and the angels all were silent4 ,i had a brother1 and also another ,whom ,i loved well2 ,what if1 in anguish1 they curse each other ,in the depths of hell8 ,and the angels all were silent4 ,how could ,i touch the golden harps1 ,when all my praise ,would be so wrought with grief-full warps ,of their sad days8 ,and the angels all were silent4 ,how love the loved who are sorrowing1 ,and yet be glad8 ,how sing the songs ye are fain to sing1 ,while ,i am sad8 ,and the angels all were silent4 ,oh1 clear as glass in the golden street ,of the city fair1 ,and the tree of life it maketh sweet ,the lightsome air3 ,and the angels all were silent4 ,and the white-robed saints with their crowns and palms ,are good to see1 ,and oh1 so grand are the sounding psalms6 ,but not for me3 ,and the angels all were silent4 ,i come where there is no night1 she said1 ,to go away1 ,and help1 if ,i yet may help1 the dead ,that have no day4 ,and the angels all were silent4 ,saint ,peter he turned the keys about1 ,and answered grim3 ,can you love the ,lord and abide without1 ,afar from ,him8 ,and the angels all were silent4 ,can you love the ,lord who died for you1 ,and leave the place ,where ,his glory is all disclosed to view1 ,and tender grace8 ,and the angels all were silent4 ,they go not out who come in here2 ,it were not meet3 ,nothing they lack1 for ,he is here1 ,and bliss complete4 ,and the angels all were silent4 ,should ,i be nearer ,christ1 she said1 ,by pitying less ,the sinful living or woful dead ,in their helplessness8 ,and the angels all were silent4 ,should ,i be liker ,christ were ,i ,to love no more ,the loved1 who in their anguish lie ,outside the door8 ,and the angels all were silent4 ,did ,he not hang on the cursd tree1 ,and bear its shame1 ,and clasp to ,his heart1 for love of me1 ,my guilt and blame8 ,and the angels all were silent4 ,should ,i be liker1 nearer ,him1 ,forgetting this1 ,singing all day with the ,seraphim1 ,in selfish bliss8 ,and the angels all were silent4 ,the ,lord ,himself stood by the gate1 ,and heard her speak ,those tender words compassionate1 ,gentle and meek3 ,and the angels all were silent4 ,now1 pity is the touch of ,god ,in human hearts1 ,and from that way ,he ever trod ,he ne'er departs3 ,and the angels all were silent4 ,and ,he said1 ,now will ,i go with you1 ,dear child of love1 ,i am weary of all this glory1 too1 ,in heaven above3 ,and the angels all were silent4 ,we will go seek and save the lost1 ,if they will hear1 ,they who are worst but need me most1 ,and all are dear3 ,and the angels were not silent4 ,,walter ,c4 ,,smith4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,sympathy4 ,,from ,,ion1 ,,act ,i4 ,,sc4 #b4 ',t is a little thing ,to give a cup of water2 yet its draught ,of cool refreshment1 drained by fevered lips1 ,may give a shock of pleasure to the frame ,more exquisite than when nectarean juice ,renews the life of joy in happier hours4 ,it is a little thing to speak a phrase ,of common comfort which by daily use ,has almost lost its sense1 yet on the ear ,of him who thought to die unmourned 't will fall ,like choicest music1 fill the glazing eye ,with gentle tears1 relax the knotted hand ,to know the bonds of fellowship again2 ,and shed on the departing soul a sense1 ,more precious than the benison of friends ,about the honored death-bed of the rich1 ,to him who else were lonely1 that another ,of the great family is near and feels4 ,,sir ,,thomas ,,noon ,,talfourd4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,sir ,,galahad4 ,my good blade carves the casques of men1 ,my tough lance thrusteth sure1 ,my strength is as the strength of ten1 ,because my heart is pure4 ,the shattering trumpet shrilleth high1 ,the hard brands shiver on the steel1 ,the splintered spear-shafts crack and fly1 ,the horse and rider reel3 ,they reel1 they roll in clanging lists1 ,and when the tide of combat stands1 ,perfume and flowers fall in showers1 ,that lightly rain from ladies' hands4 ,how sweet are looks that ladies bend ,on whom their favors fall6 ,for them ,i battle till the end1 ,to save from shame and thrall3 ,but all my heart is drawn above1 ,my knees are bowed in crypt and shrine3 ,i never felt the kiss of love1 ,nor maiden's hand in mine4 ,more bounteous aspects on me beam1 ,me mightier transports move and thrill2 ,so keep ,i fair thro' faith and prayer ,a virgin heart in work and will4 ,when down the stormy crescent goes1 ,a light before me swims4 ,between dark stems the forest glows1 ,i hear a noise of hymns3 ,then by some secret shrine ,i ride2 ,i hear a voice1 but none are there2 ,the stalls are void1 the doors are wide1 ,the tapers burning fair4 ,fair gleams the snowy altar-cloth1 ,the silver vessels sparkle clean1 ,the shrill bell rings1 the censer swings1 ,and solemn chaunts resound between4 ,sometimes on lonely mountain-meres ,i find a magic bark2 ,i leap on board3 no helmsman steers3 ,i float till all is dark4 ,a gentle sound1 an awful light6 ,three angels bear the holy ,grail3 ,with folded feet1 in stoles of white1 ,on sleeping wings they sail4 ,ah1 blessd vision6 blood of ,god6 ,my spirit beats her mortal bars1 ,as down dark tides the glory slides1 ,and star-like mingles with the stars4 ,when on my goodly charger borne ,thro' dreaming towns ,i go1 ,the cock crows ere the ,christmas morn1 ,the streets are dumb with snow4 ,the tempest crackles on the leads1 ,and1 ringing1 springs from brand and mail2 ,but o'er the dark a glory spreads1 ,and gilds the driving hail4 ,i leave the plain1 ,i climb the height2 ,no branchy thicket shelter yields2 ,but blessd forms in whistling storms ,fly o'er waste fens and windy fields4 ,a maiden knight--to me is given ,such hope1 ,i know not fear2 ,i yearn to breathe the airs of heaven ,that often meet me here4 ,i muse on joy that will not cease1 ,pure spaces clothed in living beams1 ,pure lilies of eternal peace1 ,whose odors haunt my dreams2 ,and1 stricken by an angel's hand1 ,this mortal armor that ,i wear4 ,this weight and size1 this heart and eyes1 ,are touched1 and turned to finest air4 ,the clouds are broken in the sky1 ,and thro' the mountain-walls ,a rolling organ-harmony ,swells up1 and shakes and falls4 ,then move the trees1 the copses nod1 ,wings flutter1 voices hover clear3 ,o just and faithful knight of ,god6 ,ride on6 the prize is near4 ,so pass ,i hostel1 hall1 and grange2 ,by bridge and ford1 by park and pale1 ,all-armed ,i ride1 whate'er betide1 ,until ,i find the holy ,grail4 ,,alfred1 ,,lord ,,tennyson4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,flowers ,,without ,,fruit4 ,prune thou thy words2 the thoughts control ,that o'er thee swell and throng2-- ,they will condense within thy soul1 ,and change to purpose strong4 ,but he who lets his feelings run ,in soft luxurious flow1 ,shrinks when hard service must be done1 ,and faints at every woe4 ,faith's meanest deed more favor bears1 ,where hearts and wills are weighed1 ,than brightest transports1 choicest prayers1 ,which bloom their hour1 and fade4 ,,john ,,henry ,,newman4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,santa ,,filomena4 ,,florence ,,nightingale4 ,whene'er a noble deed is wrought1 ,whene'er is spoken a noble thought1 ,our hearts1 in glad surprise1 ,to higher levels rise4 ,the tidal wave of deeper souls ,into our inmost being rolls1 ,and lifts us unawares ,out of all meaner cares4 ,honor to those whose words or deeds ,thus help us in our daily needs1 ,and by their overflow ,raise us from what is low6 ,thus thought ,i1 as by night ,i read ,of the great army of the dead1 ,the trenches cold and damp1 ,the starved and frozen camp1 ,the wounded from the battle-plain1 ,in dreary hospitals of pain1 ,the cheerless corridors1 ,the cold and stony floors4 ,lo6 in that house of misery ,a lady with a lamp ,i see ,pass through the glimmering gloom1 ,and flit from room to room4 ,and slow1 as in a dream of bliss1 ,the speechless sufferer turns to kiss ,her shadow1 as it falls ,upon the darkening walls4 ,as if a door in heaven should be ,opened and then closed suddenly1 ,the vision came and went1 ,the light shone and was spent4 ,on ,england's annals1 through the long ,hereafter of her speech and song1 ,that light its rays shall cast ,from portals of the past4 ,a ,lady with a ,lamp shall stand ,in the great history of the land1 ,a noble type of good1 ,heroic womanhood4 ,nor even shall be wanting here ,the palm1 the lily1 and the spear1 ,the symbols that of yore ,saint ,filomena bore4 ,,henry ,,wadsworth ,,longfellow4 99 99 99 99 99 ,a ,,deed ,,and ,a ,,word4 ,a little stream had lost its way ,amid the grass and fern2 ,a passing stranger scooped a well1 ,where weary men might turn2 ,he walled it in and hung with care ,a ladle at the brink2 ,he thought not of the deed he did1 ,but judged that all might drink4 ,he passed again1 and lo6 the well1 ,by summer never dried1 ,had cooled ten thousand parching tongues1 ,and saved a life beside4 ,a nameless man1 amid a crowd ,that thronged the daily mart1 ,let fall a word of hope and love1 ,unstudied1 from the heart2 ,a whisper on the tumult thrown1 ,a transitory breath-- ,it raised a brother from the dust1 ,it saved a soul from death4 ,o germ6 ,o fount6 ,o word of love6 ,o thought at random cast6 ,ye were but little at the first1 ,but mighty at the last4 ,,charles ,,mackay4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,soggarth ,,aroon4 ,am ,i the slave they say1 ,soggarth aroon8,a ,since you did show the way1 ,soggarth aroon1 ,their slave no more to be1 ,while they would work with me ,old ,ireland's slavery1 ,soggarth aroon4 ,why not her poorest man1 ,soggarth aroon1 ,try and do all he can1 ,soggarth aroon1 ,her commands to fulfil ,of his own heart and will1 ,side by side with you still1 ,soggarth aroon8 ,loyal and brave to you1 ,soggarth aroon1 ,yet be not slave to you1 ,soggarth aroon1 ,nor1 out of fear to you1 ,stand up so near to you-- ,och6 out of fear to you1 ,soggarth aroon6 ,who1 in the winter's night1 ,soggarth aroon1 ,when the cold blasts did bite1 ,soggarth aroon1 ,came to my cabin-door1 ,and on my earthen-floor ,knelt by me1 sick and poor1 ,soggarth aroon8 ,who1 on the marriage day1 ,soggarth aroon1 ,made the poor cabin gay1 ,soggarth aroon1 ,and did both laugh and sing1 ,making our hearts to ring ,at the poor christening1 ,soggarth aroon8 ,who1 as friends only met1 ,soggarth aroon1 ,never did flout me yet1 ,soggarth aroon2 ,and when my heart was dim1 ,gave1 while his eye did brim1 ,what ,i should give to him1 ,soggarth aroon8 ,och6 you1 and only you1 ,soggarth aroon6 ,and for this ,i was true to you1 ,soggarth aroon6 ,our love they'll never shake1 ,when for ould ,ireland's sake ,we a true part did take1 ,soggarth aroon6 ,,john ,,banim4 ,footnote ,a3 ,priest1 dear4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,vision ,,of ,,sir ,,launfal4 ,,prelude ,,to ,,part ,,first4 ,over his keys the musing organist1 ,beginning doubtfully and far away1 ,first lets his fingers wander as they list1 ,and builds a bridge from ,dreamland for his lay2 ,then1 as the touch of his loved instrument ,gives hope and fervor1 nearer draws his theme1 ,first guessed by faint auroral flushes sent ,along the wavering vista of his dream4 99 99 99 99 99 ,not only around our infancy ,doth heaven with all its splendors lie2 ,daily1 with souls that cringe and plot1 ,we ,sinais climb and know it not4 ,over our manhood bend the skies2 ,against our fallen and traitor lives ,the great winds utter prophecies2 ,with our faint hearts the mountain strives2 ,its arms outstretched1 the druid wood ,waits with its ,benedicite2 ,and to our age's drowsy blood ,still shouts the inspiring sea4 ,earth gets its price for what ,earth gives us3 ,the beggar is taxed for a corner to die in4 ,the priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us1 ,we bargain for the graves we lie in2 ,at the devil's booth are all things sold1 ,each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold2 ,for a cap and bells our lives we pay1 ,bubbles we buy with a whole soul's tasking3 ',tis heaven alone that is given away1 ',tis only ,god may be had for the asking2 ,no price is set on the lavish summer2 ,june may be had by the poorest comer4 ,and what is so rare as a day in ,june8 ,then1 if ever1 come perfect days2 ,then ,heaven tries earth if it be in tune1 ,and over it softly her warm ear lays2 ,whether we look1 or whether we listen1 ,we hear life murmur1 or see it glisten2 ,every clod feels a stir of might1 ,an instinct within it that reaches and towers1 ,and groping blindly above it for light1 ,climbs to a soul in grass and flowers2 ,the flush of life may well be seen ,thrilling back over hills and valleys2 ,the cowslip startles in meadows green1 ,the buttercup catches the sun in its chalice1 ,and there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean ,to be some happy creature's palace2 ,the little bird sits at his door in the sun1 ,atilt like a blossom among the leaves1 ,and lets his illumined being o'errun ,with the deluge of summer it receives2 ,his mate feels the eggs beneath her wings1 ,and the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings2 ,he sings to the wide world1 and she to her nest1-- ,in the nice ear of ,nature which song is the best8 ,now is the high tide of the year1 ,and whatever of life hath ebbed away ,comes flooding back with a ripply cheer1 ,into every bare inlet and creek and bay2 ,now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it2 ,we are happy now because ,god wills it2 ,no matter how barren the past may have been1 ',t is enough for us now that the leaves are green2 ,we sit in the warm shade and feel right well ,how the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell2 ,we may shut our eyes1 but we cannot help knowing ,that skies are clear and grass is growing2 ,the breeze comes whispering in our ear ,that dandelions are blossoming near1 ,that maize has sprouted1 that streams are flowing4 ,that the river is bluer than the sky1 ,that the robin is plastering his house hard by3 ,and if the breeze kept the good news back1 ,for other couriers we should not lack2 ,we could guess it all by yon heifer's lowing1-- ,and hark6 how clear bold chanticleer1 ,warmed with the new wine of the year1 ,tells all in his lusty crowing6 ,joy comes1 grief goes1 we know not how2 ,everything is happy now1 ,everything is upward striving2 ',t is as easy now for the heart to be true ,as for grass to be green or skies to be blue1-- ',tis the natural way of living3 ,who knows whither the clouds have fled8 ,in the unscarred heaven they leave no wake2 ,and the eyes forget the tears they have shed1 ,the heart forgets its sorrow and ache2 ,the soul partakes the season's youth1 ,and the sulphurous rifts of passion and woe ,lie deep 'neath a silence pure and smooth1 ,like burnt-out craters healed with snow4 ,what wonder if ,sir ,launfal now ,remember the keeping of his vow8 ,,part ,,first4 ,my golden spurs now bring to me1 ,and bring to me my richest mail1 ,for to-morrow ,i go over land and sea ,in search of the ,holy ,grail3 ,shall never a bed for me be spread1 ,nor shall a pillow be under my head1 ,till ,i begin my vow to keep2 ,here on the rushes will ,i sleep1 ,and perchance there may come a vision true ,ere day create the world anew4 ,slowly ,sir ,launfal's eyes grew dim2 ,slumber fell like a cloud on him1 ,and into his soul the vision flew4 ,the crows flapped over by twos and threes1 ,in the pool drowsed the cattle up to their knees1 ,the little birds sang as if it were ,the one day of summer in all the year1 ,and the very leaves seemed to sing on the trees3 ,the castle alone in the landscape lay ,like an outpost of winter1 dull and gray2 ',t was the proudest hall in the ,north ,countree1 ,and never its gates might opened be1 ,save to lord or lady of high degree2 ,summer besieged it on every side1 ,but the churlish stone her assaults defied2 ,she could not scale the chilly wall1 ,though around it for leagues her pavilions tall ,stretched left and right4 ,over the hills and out of sight2 ,green and broad was every tent1 ,and out of each a murmur went ,till the breeze fell off at night4 ,the drawbridge dropped with a surly clang1 ,and through the dark arch a charger sprang1 ,bearing ,sir ,launfal1 the maiden knight1 ,in his gilded mail1 that flamed so bright ,it seemed the dark castle had gathered all ,those shafts the fierce sun had shot over its wall ,in his siege of three hundred summers long1 ,and binding them all in one blazing sheaf1 ,had cast them forth2 so1 young and strong1 ,and lightsome as a locust leaf1 ,sir ,launfal flashed forth in his maiden mail1 ,to seek in all climes for the ,holy ,grail4 ,it was morning on hill and stream and tree1 ,and morning in the young knight's heart2 ,only the castle moodily ,rebuffed the gifts of the sunshine free1 ,and gloomed by itself apart2 ,the season brimmed all other things up ,full as the rain fills the pitcher-plant's cup4 ,as ,sir ,launfal made morn through the darksome gate1 ,he was 'ware of a leper1 crouched by the same1 ,who begged with his hand and moaned as he sate2 ,and a loathing over ,sir ,launfal came2 ,the sunshine went out of his soul with a thrill1 ,the flesh 'neath his armor 'gan shrink and crawl1 ,and midway its leap his heart stood still ,like a frozen waterfall2 ,for this man1 so foul and bent of stature1 ,rasped harshly against his dainty nature1 ,and seemed the one blot on the summer morn1-- ,so he tossed him a piece of gold in scorn4 ,the leper raised not the gold from the dust3-- ,better to me the poor man's crust1 ,better the blessing of the poor1 ,though ,i turn me empty from his door3 ,that is no true alms which the hand can hold2 ,he gives only the worthless gold ,who gives from a sense of duty3 ,but he who gives but a slender mite1 ,and gives to that which is out of sight1-- ,that thread of the all-sustaining ,beauty ,which runs through all and doth all unite1-- ,the hand cannot clasp the whole of his alms1 ,the heart outstretches its eager palms2 ,for a god goes with it and makes it store ,to the soul that was starving in darkness before4 ,,prelude ,,to ,,part ,,second4 ,down swept the chill wind from the mountain peak1 ,from the snow five thousand summers old2 ,on open wold and hilltop bleak ,it had gathered all the cold1 ,and whirled it like sleet on the wanderer's cheek2 ,it carried a shiver everywhere ,from the unleafed boughs and pastures bare2 ,the little brook heard it1 and built a roof ',neath which he could house him winter-proof2 ,all night by the white stars' frosty gleams ,he groined his arches and matched his beams2 ,slender and clear were his crystal spars ,as the lashes of light that trim the stars2 ,he sculptured every summer delight ,in his halls and chambers out of sight2 ,sometimes his tinkling waters slipt ,down through a frost-leaved forest crypt4 ,long1 sparkling aisles of steel stemmed trees ,mending to counterfeit a breeze2 ,sometimes the roof no fretwork knew ,but silvery mosses that downward grew2 ,sometimes it was carved in sharp relief ,with quaint arabesques of ice-fern leaf2 ,sometimes it was simply smooth and clear ,for the gladness of heaven to shine through1 and here ,he had caught the nodding bulrush tops ,and hung them thickly with diamond drops4 ,that crystalled the beams of moon and sun1 ,and made a star of every one3 ,no mortal builder's most rare device ,could match this winter palace of ice2 ',t was as if every image that mirrored lay ,in his depths serene through the summer day1 ,each fleeting shadow of earth and sky1 ,lest the happy model should be lost4 ,sad been mimicked in fairy masonry ,by the elfin builders of the frost4 ,within the hall are song and laughter2 ,the cheeks of ,christmas glow red and jolly1 ,and sprouting is every corbel and rafter ,with lightsome green of ivy and holly2 ,through the deep gulf of the chimney wide ,wallows the ,yule-log's roaring tide2 ,the broad flame pennons droop and flap ,and belly and tug as a flag in the wind2 ,like a locust shrills the imprisoned sap1 ,hunted to death in its galleries blind2 ,and swift little troops of silent sparks1 ,now pausing1 now scattering away as in fear1 ,go threading the soot forest's tangled darks ,like herds of startled deer4 ,but the wind without was eager and sharp2 ,of ,sir ,launfal's gray hair it makes a harp1 ,and rattles and wrings ,the icy strings1 ,singing in dreary monotone ,a ,christmas carol of its own1 ,whose burden still1 as he might guess1 ,was ,shelterless1 shelterless1 shelterless6 ,the voice of the seneschal flared like a torch ,as he shouted the wanderer away from the porch1 ,and he sat in the gateway and saw all night ,the great hall fire1 so cheery and bold1 ,through the window slits of the castle old1 ,build out its piers of ruddy light ,against the drift of the cold4 ,,part ,,second4 ,there was never a leaf on bush or tree1 ,the bare boughs rattled shudderingly2 ,the river was dumb and could not speak1 ,for the weaver ,winter its shroud had spun2 ,a single crow on the tree-top bleak ,from his shining feathers shed off the cold sun2 ,again it was morning1 but shrunk and cold1 ,as if her veins were sapless and old1 ,and she rose up decrepitly ,for a last dim look at earth and sea4 ,sir ,launfal turned from his own hard gale1 ,for another heir in his earldom sate3 ,an old1 bent man1 worn out and frail1 ,he came back from seeking the ,holy ,grail4 ,little he recked of his earldom's loss1 ,no more on his surcoat was blazoned the cross2 ,but deep in his soul the sigh he wore1 ,the badge of the suffering and the poor4 ,sir ,launfal's raiment thin and spare ,was idle mail 'gainst the barbd air1 ,for it was just at the ,christmas-time2 ,so he mused1 as he sat1 of a sunnier clime1 ,and sought for a shelter from cold and snow ,in the light and warmth of long ago4 ,he sees the snake-like caravan crawl ,o'er the edge of the desert1 black and small1 ,then nearer and nearer1 till1 one by one1 ,he can count the camels in the sun1 ,as over the red-hot sands they pass ,to where1 in its slender necklace of grass1 ,the little spring laughed and leapt in the shade4 ,and with its own self like an infant played1 ,and waved its signal of palms4 ,for ,christ's sweet sake1 ,i beg an alms3-- ,the happy camels may reach the spring1 ,but ,sir ,launfal sees only the grewsome thing1 ,the leper1 lank as the rain-blanched bone1 ,that cowers beside him1 a thing as lone ,and white as the ice-isles of ,northern seas ,in the desolate horror of his disease4 ,and ,sir ,launfal said1--,i behold in thee ,an image of ,him who died on the tree2 ,thou also hast had thy crown of thorns1-- ,thou also hast had the world's buffets and scorns1-- ,and to thy life were not denied ,the wounds in the hands and feet and side3 ,mild ,mary's ,son1 acknowledge me2 ,behold1 through him1 ,i give to thee6 ,then the soul of the leper stood up in his eyes ,and looked at ,sir ,launfal1 and straightway he ,remembered in what a haughtier guise ,he had flung an alms to leprosie1 ,when he girt his young life up in gilded mail ,and set forth in search of the ,holy ,grail4 ,the heart within him was ashes and dust3 ,he parted in twain his single crust1 ,he broke the ice on the streamlet's brink1 ,and gave the leper to eat and drink2 ',t was a mouldy crust of coarse brown bread ',t was water out of a wooden bowl1-- ,yet with fine wheaten bread was the leper fed1 ,and 't was red wine he drank with his thirsty soul ,as ,sir ,launfal mused with a downcast face1 ,a light shone round about the place2 ,the leper no longer crouched at his side1 ,but stood before him glorified1 ,shining and tall and fair and straight ,as the pillar that stood by the ,beautiful ,gate1-- ,himself the ,gate whereby men can ,enter the temple of ,god in ,man4 ,his words were shed softer than leaves from the pine1 ,and they fell on ,sir ,launfal as snows on the brine1 ,that mingle their softness and quiet in one ,with the shaggy unrest they float down upon2 ,and the voice that was softer than silence said3-- ,lo1 it is ,i1 be not afraid6 ,in many climes1 without avail1 ,thou hast spent thy life for the ,holy ,grail3 ,behold1 it is here1--this cup which thou ,didst fill at the streamlet for me but now2 ,this crust is my body broken for thee1 ,this water ,his blood that died on the tree2 ,the ,holy ,supper is kept indeed ,in whatso we share with another's need4 ,not1 what we give1 but what we share1-- ,for the gift without the giver is bare3 ,who gives himself with his alms feeds three4-- ,himself1 his hungering neighbor1 and me4 ,sir ,launfal awoke as from a swound3-- ,the ,grail in my castle here is found6 ,hang my idle armor up on the wall1 ,let it be the spider's banquet-hall2 ,he must be fenced with stronger mail ,who would seek and find the ,holy ,grail4 ,the castle gate stands open now1 ,and the wanderer is welcome to the hall ,as the hang-bird is to the elm-tree bough2 ,no longer scowl the turrets tall4 ,the summer's long siege at last is o'er3 ,when the first poor outcast went in at the door1 ,she entered with him in disguise1 ,and mastered the fortress by surprise2 ,there is no spot she loves so well on ground2 ,she lingers and smiles there the whole year round2 ,the meanest serf on ,sir ,launfal's land ,has hall and bower at his command2 ,and there's no poor man in the ,north ,countree ,but is lord of the earldom as much as he4 ,,james ,,russell ,,lowell4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,sister ,,of ,,charity4 ,she once was a lady of honor and wealth2 ,bright glowed in her features the roses of health2 ,her vesture was blended of silk and of gold1 ,and her motion shook perfume from every fold3 ,joy revelled around her1 love shone at her side1 ,and gay was her smile as the glance of a bride2 ,and light was her step in the mirth-sounding hall1 ,when she heard of the daughters of ,vincent de ,paul4 ,she felt in her spirit the summons of grace1 ,that called her to live for her suffering race2 ,and1 heedless of pleasure1 of comfort1 of home1 ,rose quickly1 like ,mary1 and answered1 ,i come4 ,she put from her person the trappings of pride1 ,and passed from her home with the joy of a bride1 ,nor wept at the threshold as onward she moved1-- ,for her heart was on fire in the cause it approved4 ,lost ever to fashion1 to vanity lost1 ,that beauty that once was the song and the toast1 ,no more in the ball-room that figure we meet1 ,but gliding at dusk to the wretch's retreat4 ,forgot in the halls is that high-sounding name1 ,for the ,sister of ,charity blushes at fame3 ,forgot are the claims of her riches and birth1 ,for she barters for heaven the glory of earth4 ,those feet1 that to music could gracefully move1 ,now bear her alone on the mission of love2 ,those hands1 that once dangled the perfume and gem1 ,are tending the helpless1 or lifted for them2 ,that voice1 that once echoed the song of the vain4 ,now whispers relief to the bosom of pain2 ,and the hair that was shining with diamond and pearl1 ,is wet with the tears of the penitent girl4 ,her down-bed1 a pallet--her trinkets1 a bead2 ,her lustre--one taper1 that serves her to read2 ,her sculpture--the crucifix nailed by her bed2 ,her paintings--one print of the thorn-crownd head2 ,her cushion--the pavement that wearies her knees2 ,her music--the psalm1 or the sigh of disease3 ,the delicate lady lives mortified there1 ,and the feast is forsaken for fasting and prayer4 ,yet not to the service of heart and of mind ,are the cares of that heaven-minded virgin confined3 ,like ,him whom she loves1 to the mansions of grief ,she hastes with the tidings of joy and relief4 ,she strengthens the weary1 she comforts the weak1 ,and soft is her voice in the ear of the sick2 ,where want and affliction on mortals attend1 ,the ,sister of ,charity there is a friend4 ,unshrinking where pestilence scatters his breath1 ,like an angel she moves1 mid the vapors of death2 ,where rings the loud musket1 and flashes the sword1 ,unfearing she walks1 for she follows her ,lord4 ,how sweetly she bends o'er each plague-tainted face1 ,with looks that are lighted with holiest grace2 ,how kindly she dresses each suffering limb1 ,for she sees in the wounded the image of ,him4 ,behold her1 ye worldly6 behold her1 ye vain6 ,who shrink from the pathway of virtue and pain6 ,who yield up to pleasure your nights and your days1 ,forgetful of service1 forgetful of praise4 ,ye lazy philosophers1 self-seeking men2 ,ye fireside philanthropists1 great at the pen2 ,how stands in the balance your eloquence weighed ,with the life and the deeds of that high-born maid8 ,,gerald ,,joseph ,,griffen4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,what ,i ,,live ,,for4 ,i live for those who love me1 ,whose hearts are kind and true1 ,for heaven that smiles above me1 ,and waits my spirit1 too2 ,for all the ties that bind me1 ,for all the tasks assigned me4 ,and bright hopes left behind me1 ,and good that ,i can do4 ,i live to learn their story ,who've suffered for my sake1 ,to emulate their glory1 ,and follow in their wake2 ,bards1 patriots1 martyrs1 sages1 ,the noble of all ages1 ,whose deeds crown history's pages1 ,and ,time's great volume make4 ,i live to hold communion ,with all that is divine1 ,to feel there is a union ',twixt ,nature's heart and mine2 ,to profit by affliction1 ,reap truths from fields of fiction1 ,and1 wiser from conviction1 ,fulfil each grand design4 ,i live to hail that season1 ,by gifted minds foretold1 ,when men shall rule by reason1 ,and not alone by gold2 ,when man to man united1 ,and every wrong thing righted1 ,the whole world shall be lighted ,as ,eden was of old4 ,i live for those who love me1 ,whose hearts are kind and true1 ,for heaven that smiles above me1 ,and waits my spirit too2 ,for the cause that lacks assistance1 ,for the wrong that needs resistance1 ,for the future in the distance1 ,and the good that ,i can do4 ,,george ,,linnaeus ,,banks4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,if ,,we ,,had ,,but ,a ,,day4 ,we should fill the hours with the sweetest things1 ,if we had but a day2 ,we should drink alone at the purest springs ,in our upward way2 ,we should love with a lifetime's love in an hour1 ,if the hours were few2 ,we should rest1 not for dreams1 but for fresher power ,to be and to do4 ,we should guide our wayward or wearied wills ,by the clearest light2 ,we should keep our eyes on the heavenly hills1 ,if they lay in sight2 ,we should trample the pride and the discontent ,beneath our feet2 ,we should take whatever a good ,god sent1 ,with a trust complete4 ,we should waste no moments in weak regret1 ,if the day were but one2 ,if what we remember and what we forget ,went out with the sun2 ,we should be from our clamorous selves set free1 ,to work or to pray1 ,and to be what the ,father would have us be4 ,if we had but a day4 ,,mary ,,lowe ,,dickinson4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,abou ,,ben ,,adhem4 ,abou ,ben ,adhem 7may his tribe increase67 ,awoke one night from a deep dream of peace1 ,and saw within the moonlight in his room1 ,making it rich and like a lily in bloom4 ,an angel writing in a book of gold3 ,exceeding peace had made ,ben ,adhem bold1 ,and to the presence in the room he said1 ,what writest thou8 ,the vision raised its head1 ,and1 with a look made of all sweet accord1 ,answered1 ,the names of those who love the ,lord4 ,and is mine one8 said ,abou4 ,nay1 not so4 ,replied the angel4 ,abou spoke more low1 ,but cheerly still2 and said1 ,i pray thee1 then1 ,write me as one that loves his fellow-men4 ,the angel wrote1 and vanished4 ,the next night ,it came again with a great wakening light1 ,and showed the names whom love of ,god had blessed1-- ,and lo6 ,ben ,adhem's name led all the rest6 ,,leigh ,,hunt4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,love4 ,if suddenly upon the street ,my gracious ,saviour ,i should meet1 ,and he should say1 ,as ,i love thee1 ,what love hast thou to offer me8 ,then what could this poor heart of mine ,dare offer to that heart divine8 ,his eye would pierce my outward show1 ,his thought my inmost thought would know2 ,and if ,i said1 ,i love thee1 ,lord1 ,he would not heed my spoken word1 ,because my daily life would tell ,if verily ,i loved him well4 ,if on the day or in the place ,wherein he met me face to face1 ,my life could show some kindness done1 ,some purpose formed1 some work begun ,for his dear sake1 then it were meet ,love's gift to lay at ,jesus' feet4 ,,charles ,,francis ,,richardson4 ,,iv4 ,,sabbath3 ,,worship3 ,,creed4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,sunday ,,morning ,,bells4 ,from the near city comes the clang of bells3 ,their hundred jarring diverse tones combine ,in one faint misty harmony1 as fine ,as the soft note yon winter robin swells4 ,what if to ,thee in thine infinity ,these multiform and many-colored creeds ,seem but the robe man wraps as masquers' weeds ,round the one living truth them givest him--,thee8 ,what if these varied forms that worship prove1 ,being heart-worship1 reach thy perfect ear ,but as a monotone1 complete and clear1 ,of which the music is1 through ,christ's name1 love8 ,forever rising in sublime increase ,to ,glory in the highest1--on earth peace8 ,,dinah ,m4 ,,mulock ,,craik4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,sabbath ,,hymn ,,on ,,the ,,mountains4 ,praise ye the ,lord6 ,not in the temple of shapeliest mould1 ,polished with marble and gleaming with gold1 ,piled upon pillars of slenderest grace1 ,but here in the blue sky's luminous face1 ,praise ye the ,lord6 ,praise ye the ,lord6 ,not where the organ's melodious wave ,dies 'neath the rafters that narrow the nave1 ,but here with the free wind's wandering sweep1 ,here with the billow that booms from the deep1 ,praise ye the ,lord6 ,praise ye the ,lord6 ,not where the pale-faced multitude meet ,in the sweltering lane and the dun-visaged street1 ,but here where bright ocean1 thick sown with green isles1 ,feeds the glad eye with a harvest of smiles1 ,praise ye the ,lord6 ,praise ye the ,lord6 ,here where the strength of the old granite ,ben ,towers o'er the greenswarded grace of the glen1 ,where the birch flings its fragrance abroad on the hill1 ,and the bee of the heather-bloom wanders at will1 ,praise ye the ,lord6 ,praise ye the ,lord6 ,here where the loch1 the dark mountain's fair daughter1 ,down the red scaur flings the white-streaming water1 ,leaping and tossing and swirling forever1 ,down to the bed of the smooth-rolling river1 ,praise ye the ,lord6 ,praise ye the ,lord6 ,not where the voice of a preacher instructs you1 ,not where the hand of a mortal conducts you1 ,but where the bright welkin in scripture of glory ,blazons creation's miraculous story4 ,praise ye the ,lord6 ,praise ye the ,lord6 ,the wind and the welkin1 the sun and the river1 ,weaving a tissue of wonders forever2 ,the mead and the mountain1 the flower and the tree1 ,what is their pomp1 but a vision of thee1 ,wonderful ,lord8 ,praise ye the ,lord6 ,not in the square-hewn1 many-tiered pile1 ,not in the long-drawn1 dim-shadowed aisle1 ,but where the bright world1 with age never hoary1 ,flashes her brightness and thunders his glory1 ,praise ye the ,lord6 ,,john ,,stuart ,,blackie4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,sabbath ,,morning4 ,with silent awe ,i hail the sacred morn1 ,that slowly wakes while all the fields are still6 ,a soothing calm on every breeze is borne2 ,a graver murmur gurgles from the rill2 ,and echo answers softer from the hill2 ,and sweeter sings the linnet from the thorn3 ,the skylark warbles in a tone less shrill4 ,hail1 light serene6 hail1 sacred ,sabbath morn6 ,the rooks float silent by in airy drove2 ,the sun a placid yellow lustre throws2 ,the gales that lately sighed along the grove ,have hushed their downy wings in dead repose ,the hovering rack of clouds forgets to move1-- ,so smiled that day when the first morn arose6 ,,john ,,leyden4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,poor ,,man',s ,,day4 ,,from ,,the ,,sabbath4 ,how still the morning of the hallowed day6 ,mute is the voice of rural labor1 hushed ,the ploughboy's whistle and the milkmaid's song4 ,the scythe lies glittering in the dewy wreath ,of tedded grass1 mingled with faded flowers1 ,that yestermorn bloomed waving in the breeze2 ,sounds the most faint attract the ear1--the hum ,of early bee1 the trickling of the dew1 ,the distant bleating1 midway up the hill4 ,calmness sits throned on yon unmoving cloud4 ,to him who wanders o'er the upland leas ,the blackbird's note comes mellower from the dale2 ,and sweeter from the sky the gladsome lark ,warbles his heaven-tuned song2 the lulling brook ,murmurs more gently down the deep-worn glen2 ,while from yon lowly roof1 whose circling smoke ,o'ermounts the mist1 is heard at intervals ,the voice of psalms1 the simple song of praise4 ,with dovelike wings ,peace o'er yon village broods2 ,the dizzying mill-wheel rests2 the anvil's din ,hath ceased2 all1 all around is quietness4 ,less fearful on this day1 the limping hare ,stops1 and looks back1 and stops1 and looks on man1 ,her deadliest foe4 ,the toil-worn horse1 set free1 ,unheedful of the pasture1 roams at large2 ,and as his stiff1 unwieldy bulk he rolls1 ,his iron-armed hoofs gleam in the morning ray4 ,but chiefly man the day of rest enjoys4 ,hail1 ,sabbath6 thee ,i hail1 the poor man's day4 ,on other days the man of toil is doomed ,to eat his joyless bread1 lonely2 the ground ,both seat and board2 screened from the winter's cold ,and summer's heat by neighboring hedge or tree2 ,but on this day1 imbosomed in his home1 ,he shares the frugal meal with those he loves2 ,with those he loves he shares the heartfelt joy ,of giving thanks to ,god--not thanks of form1 ,a word and a grimace1 but reverently1 ,with covered face and upward earnest eye4 ,hail1 ,sabbath6 thee ,i hail1 the poor man's day4 ,the pale mechanic now has leave to breathe ,the morning air1 pure from the city's smoke2 ,while1 wandering slowly up the river-side1 ,he meditates on ,him1 whose power he marks ,in each green tree that proudly spreads the bough ,as in the tiny dew-bent flowers that bloom ,around its roots2 and while he thus surveys1 ,with elevated joy1 each rural charm1 ,he hopes1 yet fears presumption in the hope1 ,that heaven may be one ,sabbath without end4 ,,james ,,grahame4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,sabbath ,,of ,,the ,,soul4 ,sleep1 sleep to-day1 tormenting cares1 ,of earth and folly born2 ,ye shall not dim the light that streams ,from this celestial morn4 ,to-morrow will be time enough ,to feel your harsh control2 ,ye shall not violate1 this day1 ,the ,sabbath of my soul4 ,sleep1 sleep forever1 guilty thoughts2 ,let fires of vengeance die2 ,and1 purged from sin1 may ,i behold ,a ,god of purity6 ,,anna ,l,,titia ,,barbauld4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,vesper ,,hymn4 ,now1 on sea and land descending1 ,brings the night its peace profound3 ,let our vesper hymn be blending ,with the holy calm around4 ,soon as dies the sunset glory1 ,stars of heaven shine out above1 ,telling still the ancient story-- ,their ,creator's changeless love4 ,now1 our wants and burdens leaving ,to his care who cares for all1 ,cease we fearing1 cease we grieving2 ,at his touch our burdens fall4 ,as the darkness deepens o'er us1 ,lo6 eternal stars arise2 ,hope and ,faith and ,love rise glorious1 ,shining in the ,spirit's skies4 ,,samuel ,,longfellow4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,vesper ,,hymn4 ,the day is done2 the weary day of thought and toil is past1 ,soft falls the twilight cool and gray on the tired earth at last3 ,by wisest teachers wearied1 by gentlest friends oppressed1 ,in thee alone1 the soul1 outworn1 refreshment finds1 and rest4 ,bend1 ,gracious ,spirit1 from above1 like these o'erarching skies1 ,and to thy firmament of love lift up these longing eyes2 ,and1 folded by thy sheltering hand1 in refuge still and deep1 ,let blessed thoughts from thee descend1 as drop the dews of sleep4 ,and when refreshed the soul once more puts on new life and power2 ,oh1 let thine image4 ,lord1 alone1 gild the first waking hour6 ,let that dear ,presence dawn and glow1 fairer than morn's first ray1 ,and thy pure radiance overflow the splendor of the day4 ,so in the hastening even1 so in the coming morn1 ,when deeper slumber shall be given1 and fresher life be born4 ,shine out1 true ,light6 to guide my way amid that deepening gloom1 ,and rise1 ,o ,morning ,star1 the first that dayspring to illume6 ,i cannot dread the darkness where thou wilt watch o'er me1 ,nor smile to greet the sunrise unless thy smile ,i see2 ,creator1 ,saviour1 ,comforter6 on thee my soul is cast2 ,at morn1 at night1 in earth1 in heaven1 be thou my ,first and ,last6 ,,eliza ,,scudder4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,amazing1 ,,beauteous ,,change6 ,amazing1 beauteous change6 ,a world created new6 ,my thoughts with transport range1 ,the lovely scene to view2 ,in all ,i trace1 ,saviour divine1 ,the word is thine1-- ,be thine the praise6 ,see crystal fountains play ,amidst the burning sands2 ,the river's winding way ,shines through the thirsty lands2 ,new grass is seen1 ,and o'er the meads ,its carpet spreads ,of living green4 ,where pointed brambles grew1 ,intwined with horrid thorn1 ,gay flowers1 forever new1 ,the painted fields adorn1-- ,the blushing rose ,and lily there1 ,in union fair1 ,their sweets disclose4 ,where the bleak mountain stood ,all bare and disarrayed1 ,see the wide-branching wood ,diffuse its grateful shade2 ,tall cedars nod1 ,and oaks and pines1 ,and elms and vines ,confess thee ,god4 ,the tyrants of the plain ,their savage chase give o'er1-- ,no more they rend the slain1 ,and thirst for blood no more2 ,but infant hands ,fierce tigers stroke1 ,and lions yoke ,in flowery bands4 ,o1 when1 ,almighty ,lord6 ,shall these glad things arise1 ,to verify thy word1 ,and bless our wandering eyes8 ,that earth may raise1 ,with all its tongues1 ,united songs ,of ardent praise4 ,,philip ,,doddridge4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,word4 ,o ,word of ,god incarnate1 ,o ,wisdom from on high1 ,o ,truth unchanged1 unchanging1 ,o ,light of our dark sky2 ,we praise thee for the radiance ,that from the hallowed page1 ,a lantern to our footsteps1 ,shines on from age to age4 ,the ,church from thee1 her ,master1 ,received the gift divine2 ,and still that light she lifteth ,o'er all the earth to shine4 ,it is the golden casket ,where gems of truth are stored2 ,it is the heaven-drawn picture ,of1 thee1 the living ,word4 ,it floateth like a banner ,before ,god's host unfurled2 ,it shineth like a beacon ,above the darkling world2 ,it is the chart and compass ,that o'er life's surging sea1 ,mid mists and rocks and quicksands1 ,still guide1 ,o ,christ1 to thee4 ,oh1 make thy ,church1 dear ,saviour1 ,a lamp of burnished gold1 ,to bear before the nations ,thy true light1 as of old4 ,oh1 teach thy wandering pilgrims ,by this their path to trace1 ,till1 clouds and darkness ended1 ,they see thee face to face4 ,,william ,,walsham ,,how4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,chimes ,,of ,,england4 ,the chimes1 the chimes of ,motherland1 ,of ,england green and old4 ,that out from fane and ivied tower ,a thousand years have tolled2 ,how glorious must their music be ,as breaks the hallowed day1 ,and calleth with a seraph's voice ,a nation up to pray6 ,those chimes that tell a thousand tales1 ,sweet tales of olden time2 ,and ring a thousand memories ,at vesper1 and at prime6 ,at bridal and at burial1 ,for cottager and king1 ,those chimes1 those glorious ,christian chimes1 ,how blessedly they ring6 ,those chimes1 those chimes of ,motherland1 ,upon a ,christmas morn4 ,outbreaking as the angels did1 ,for a ,redeemer born6 ,how merrily they call afar1 ,to cot and baron's hall1 ,with holly decked and mistletoe1 ,to keep the festival6 ,the chimes of ,england1 how they peal ,from tower and ,gothic pile1 ,where hymn and swelling anthem fill ,the dim cathedral aisle2 ,where windows bathe the holy light ,on priestly heads that falls1 ,and stains the florid tracery ,of banner-dighted walls6 ,and then1 those ,easter bells1 in spring1 ,those glorious ,easter chimes6 ,how loyally they hail thee round1 ,old ,queen of holy times6 ,from hill to hill like sentinels1 ,responsively they cry1 ,and sing the rising of the ,lord1 ,from vale to mountain high4 ,i love ye1 chimes of ,motherland1 ,with all this soul of mine1 ,and bless the ,lord that ,i am sprung ,of good old ,english line3 ,and like a son ,i sing the lay ,that ,england's glory tells2 ,for she is lovely to the ,lord1 ,for you1 ye ,christian bells6 ,and heir of her historic fame1 ,though far away my birth1 ,thee1 too1 ,i love1 my ,forest-land1 ,the joy of all the earth2 ,for thine thy mother's voice shall be1 ,and here1 where ,god is king1 ,with ,english chimes1 from ,christian spires1 ,the wilderness shall ring4 ,,arthur ,,cleveland ,,coxe4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,old ,,village ,,choir4 ,i have fancied1 sometimes1 the ,bethel-bent beam1 ,that trembled to earth in the patriarch's dream1 ,was a ladder of song in that wilderness rest1 ,from the pillar of stone to the blue of the blest4 ,and the angels descending to dwell with us here1 ,old ,hundred1 and ,corinth1 and ,china1 and ,mear4 ,let us sing to ,god's praise1 the minister said4 ,all the psalm-books at once fluttered open at ,york2 ,sunned their long dotted wings in the words that he read1 ,while the leader leaped into the tune just ahead1 ,and politely picked up the key-note with a fork2 ,and the vicious old viol went growling along ,at the heels of the girls1 in the rear of the song4 ,all the hearts are not dead1 not under the sod1 ,that those breaths can blow open to heaven and ,god6 ,ah1 ,silver ,street flows by a bright shining road1-- ,oh1 not to the hymns that in harmony flowed1-- ,but the sweet human psalms of the old-fashioned choir1 ,to the girl that sang alto--the girl that sang air6 ,oh1 ,i need not a wing--bid no genii come ,with a wonderful web from ,arabian loom1 ,to bear me again up the river of ,time1 ,when the world was in rhythm1 and life was its rhyme-- ,where the streams of the years flowed so noiseless and narrow1 ,that across it there floated the song of the sparrow-- ,for a sprig of green caraway carries me there4 ,to the old village church1 and the old village choir1 ,where clear of the floor my feet slowly swung1 ,and timed the sweet pulse of the praise that they sung1 ,till the glory aslant from the afternoon sun ,seemed the rafters of gold in ,god's temple begun6 ,you may smile at the nasals of old ,deacon ,brown1 ,who followed by scent1 till he ran the tune down2 ,and dear ,sister ,green1 with more goodness than grace1 ,rose and fell on the tunes as she stood in her place1 ,and where ,coronation exultingly flows1 ,tried to reach the high notes on the tips of her toes6 ,to the land of the leal they have gone with their song1 ,where the choir and the chorus together belong1 ,oh be lifted1 ye gates6 ,let me hear them again-- ,blessd song1 blessd singers6 forever1 ,amen6 ,,benjamin ,f4 ,,taylor4 99 99 99 99 99 ,a ,,lancashire ,,doxology4 ,some cotton has lately been imported into ,farringdon1 where the mills have been closed for a considerable time4 ,the people1 who were previously in the deepest distress1 went out to meet the cotton3 the women wept over the bales and kissed them1 and finally sang the ,doxology over them4--,spectator of ,may #ad1 #ahjc4 ,praise ,god from whom all blessings flow1 ,praise him who sendeth joy and woe4 ,the ,lord who takes1 the ,lord who gives1 ,o1 praise him1 all that dies1 and lives4 ,he opens and he shuts his hand1 ,but why we cannot understand3 ,pours and dries up his mercies' flood1 ,and yet is still ,all-perfect ,good4 ,we fathom not the mighty plan1 ,the mystery of ,god and man2 ,we women1 when afflictions come1 ,we only suffer and are dumb4 ,and when1 the tempest passing by1 ,he gleams out1 sunlike through our sky1 ,we look up1 and through black clouds riven ,we recognize the smile of ,heaven4 ,ours is no wisdom of the wise1 ,we have no deep philosophies2 ,childlike we take both kiss and rod1 ,for he who loveth knoweth ,god4 ,,dinah ,m4 ,,mulock ,,craik4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,rebecca',s ,,hymn4 ,,from ,,ivanhoe4 ,when ,israel1 of the ,lord beloved1 ,out from the land of bondage came1 ,her fathers' ,god before her moved1 ,an awful guide1 in smoke and flame4 ,by day1 along the astonished lands1 ,the cloudy pillar glided slow3 ,by night1 ,arabia's crimsoned sands ,returned the fiery column's glow4 ,there rose the choral hymn of praise1 ,and trump and timbrel answered keen1 ,and ,zion's daughters poured their lays1 ,with priest's and warrior's voice between4 ,no portents now our foes amaze1 ,forsaken ,israel wanders lone3 ,our fathers would not know ,thy ways1 ,and ,thou hast left them to their own4 ,but1 present still1 though now unseen6 ,when brightly shines the prosperous day1 ,be thoughts of ,thee a cloudy screen ,to temper the deceitful ray4 ,and ,o1 when stoops on ,judah's path ,in shade and storm the frequent night1 ,be ,thou1 long-suffering1 slow to wrath1 ,a burning and a shining light6 ,our harps we left by ,babel's streams1 ,the tyrant's jest1 the ,gentile's scorn2 ,no censer round our altar beams1 ,and mute are timbrel1 harp1 and horn4 ,but ,thou hast said1 ,the blood of goat1 ,the flesh of rams1 ,i will not prize2 ,a contrite heart1 a humble thought1 ,are mine accepted sacrifice4 ,,sir ,,walter ,,scott4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,book ,,of ,,god4 ,thy thoughts are here1 my ,god1 ,expressed in words divine1 ,the utterance of heavenly lips ,in every sacred line4 ,across the ages they ,have reached us from afar1 ,than the bright gold more golden they1 ,purer than purest star4 ,more durable they stand ,than the eternal hills2 ,far sweeter and more musical ,than music of earth's rills4 ,fairer in their fair hues ,than the fresh flowers of earth1 ,more fragrant than the fragrant climes ,where odors have their birth4 ,each word of thine a gem ,from the celestial mines1 ,a sunbeam from that holy heaven ,where holy sunlight shines4 ,thine1 thine1 this book1 though given ,in man's poor human speech1 ,telling of things unseen1 unheard1 ,beyond all human reach4 ,no strength it craves or needs ,from this world's wisdom vain2 ,no filling up from human wells1 ,or sublunary rain4 ,no light from sons of time1 ,nor brilliance from its gold2 ,it sparkles with its own glad light1 ,as in the ages old4 ,a thousand hammers keen1 ,with fiery force and strain1 ,brought down on it in rage and hate1 ,have struck this gem in vain4 ,against this sea-swept rock ,ten thousand storms their will ,of foam and rage have wildly spent2 ,it lifts its calm face still4 ,it standeth and will stand1 ,without or change or age1 ,the word of majesty and light1 ,the church's heritage4 ,,horatius ,,bonar4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,meeting4 ,the elder folk shook hands at last1 ,down seat by seat the signal passed4 ,to simple ways like ours unused1 ,half solemnized and half amused1 ,with long-drawn breath and shrug1 my guest ,his sense of glad relief expressed4 ,outside1 the hills lay warm in sun2 ,the cattle in the meadow-run ,stood half-leg deep2 a single bird ,the green repose above us stirred4 ,what part or lot have you1 he said1 ,in these dull rites of drowsy-head8 ,is silence worship8 ,seek it where ,it soothes with dreams the summer air2 ,not in this close and rude-benched hall1 ,but where soft lights and shadows fall1 ,and all the slow1 sleep-walking hours ,glide soundless over grass and flowers6 ,from time and place and form apart1 ,its holy ground the human heart1 ,nor ritual-bound nor templeward ,walks the free spirit of the ,lord6 ,our common ,master did not pen ,his followers up from other men2 ,his service liberty indeed1 ,he built no church1 he framed no creed2 ,but while the saintly ,pharisee ,made broader his phylactery1 ,as from the synagogue was seen ,the dusty-sandalled ,nazarene ,through ripening cornfields lead the way ,upon the awful ,sabbath day1 ,his sermons were the healthful talk ,that shorter made the mountain-walk1 ,his wayside texts were flowers and birds1 ,where mingled with his gracious words ,the rustle of the tamarisk-tree ,and ripple-wash of ,galilee4 ,thy words are well1 ,o friend1 ,i said2 ,unmeasured and unlimited1 ,with noiseless slide of stone to stone1 ,the mystic ,church of ,god has grown4 ,invisible and silent stands ,the temple never made with hands1 ,unheard the voices still and small ,of its unseen confessional4 ,he needs no special place of prayer ,whose hearing ear is everywhere2 ,he brings not back the childish days ,that ringed the earth with stones of praise1 ,roofed ,karnak's hall of gods1 and laid ,the plinths of ,philae's colonnade4 ,still less he owns the selfish good ,and sickly growth of solitude1-- ,the worthless grace that1 out of sight1 ,flowers in the desert anchorite2 ,dissevered from the suffering whole1 ,love hath no power to save a soul4 ,not out of ,self1 the origin ,and native air and soil of sin1 ,the living waters spring and flow1 ,the trees with leaves of healing grow4 ,dream not1 ,o friend1 because ,i seek ,this quiet shelter twice a week1 ,i better deem its pine-laid floor ,than breezy hill or sea-sung shore2 ,but nature is not solitude2 ,she crowds us with her thronging wood2 ,her many hands reach out to us1 ,her many tongues are garrulous2 ,perpetual riddles of surprise ,she offers to our ears and eyes2 ,she will not leave our senses still1 ,but drags them captive at her will2 ,and1 making earth too great for heaven1 ,she hides the ,giver in the given4 ,and so ,i find it well to come ,for deeper rest to this still room1 ,for here the habit of the soul ,feels less the outer world's control2 ,the strength of mutual purpose pleads ,more earnestly our common needs2 ,and from the silence multiplied ,by these still forms on either side1 ,the world that time and sense have known ,falls off and leaves us ,god alone4 ,yet rarely through the charmed repose ,unmixed the stream of motive flows1 ,a flavor of its many springs1 ,the tints of earth and sky it brings2 ,in the still waters needs must be ,some shade of human sympathy2 ,and here1 in its accustomed place1 ,i look on memory's dearest face2 ,the blind by-sitter guesseth not ,what shadow haunts that vacant spot2 ,no eyes save mine alone can see ,the love wherewith it welcomes me6 ,and still1 with those alone my kin1 ,in doubt and weakness1 want and sin1 ,i bow my head1 my heart ,i bare ,as when that face was living there1 ,and strive 7too oft1 alas6 in vain7 ,the peace of simple trust to gain1 ,fold fancy's restless wings1 and lay ,the idols of my heart away4 ,welcome the silence all unbroken1 ,nor less the words of fitness spoken1-- ,such golden words as hers for whom ,our autumn flowers have just made room2 ,whose hopeful utterance through and through ,the freshness of the morning blew2 ,who loved not less the earth that light ,fell on it from the heavens in sight1 ,but saw in all fair forms more fair ,the ,eternal beauty mirrored there4 ,whose eighty years but added grace ,and saintlier meaning to her face1-- ,the look of one who bore away ,glad tidings from the hills of day1 ,while all our hearts went forth to meet ,the coming of her beautiful feet6 ,or haply hers whose pilgrim tread ,is in the paths where ,jesus led2 ,who dreams her childhood's ,sabbath dream ,by ,jordan's willow-shaded stream1 ,and1 of the hymns of hope and faith1 ,sang by the monks of ,nazareth1 ,hears pious echoes1 in the call ,to prayer1 from ,moslem minarets fall1 ,repeating where ,his works were wrought ,the lesson that her ,master taught1 ,of whom an elder ,sibyl gave1 ,the prophecies of ,cumae's cave6 ,i ask no organ's soulless breath ,to drone the themes of life and death1 ,no altar candle-lit by day1 ,no ornate wordsman's rhetoric-play1 ,no cool philosophy to teach ,its bland audacities of speech ,to double-tasked idolaters1 ,themselves their gods and worshippers1 ,no pulpit hammered by the fist ,of loud-asserting dogmatist1 ,who borrows for the hand of love ,the smoking thunderbolts of ,jove4 ,i know how well the fathers taught1 ,what work the later schoolmen wrought2 ,i reverence old-time faith and men1 ,but ,god is near us now as then2 ,his force of love is still unspent1 ,his hate of sin as imminent2 ,and still the measure of our needs ,outgrows the cramping bounds of creeds2 ,the manna gathered yesterday ,already savors of decay2 ,doubts to the world's child-heart unknown ,question us now from star and stone2 ,too little or too much we know1 ,and sight is swift and faith is slow2 ,the power is lost to self-deceive ,with shallow forms of make-believe4 ,we walk at high noon1 and the bells ,call to a thousand oracles1 ,but the sound deafens1 and the light ,is stronger than our dazzled sight2 ,the letters of the sacred ,book ,glimmer and swim beneath our look2 ,still struggles in the ,age's breast ,with deepening agony of quest ,the old entreaty3 ',art thou ,he1 ,or look we for the ,christ to be8' ,god should be most where man is least2 ,so1 where is neither church nor priest1 ,and never rag of form or creed ,to clothe the nakedness of need1-- ,where farmer-folk in silence meet1-- ,i turn my bell-unsummoned feet2 ,i lay the critic's glass aside1 ,i tread upon my lettered pride1 ,and1 lowest-seated1 testify ,to the oneness of humanity2 ,confess the universal want1 ,and share whatever ,heaven may grant4 ,he findeth not who seeks his own1 ,the soul is lost that's saved alone4 ,not on one favored forehead fell ,of old the fire-tongued miracle1 ,but flamed o'er all the thronging host ,the baptism of the ,holy ,ghost2 ,heart answers heart3 in one desire ,the blending lines of prayer aspire2 ',where1 in my name1 meet two or three1' ,our ,lord hath said1 ',i there will be6' ,so sometimes comes to soul and sense ,the feeling which is evidence ,that very near about us lies ,the realm of spiritual mysteries4 ,the sphere of the supernal powers ,impinges on this world of ours4 ,the low and dark horizon lifts1 ,to light the scenic terror shifts2 ,the breath of a diviner air ,blows down the answer of a prayer3-- ,that all our sorrow1 pain1 and doubt ,a great compassion clasps about1 ,and law and goodness1 love and force1 ,are wedded fast beyond divorce4 ,then duty leaves to love its task1 ,the beggar ,self forgets to ask2 ,with smile of trust and folded hands1 ,the passive soul in waiting stands ,to feel1 as flowers the sun and dew1 ,the ,one true ,life its own renew4 ,so1 to the calmly gathered thought ,the innermost of truth is taught1 ,the mystery dimly understood1 ,that love of ,god is love of good1 ,and1 chiefly1 its divinest trace ,in ,him of ,nazareth's holy face2 ,that to be saved is only this1-- ,salvation from our selfishness1 ,from more than elemental fire1 ,the soul's unsanctified desire1 ,from sin itself1 and not the pain ,that warns us of its chafing chain2 ,that worship's deeper meaning lies ,in mercy1 and not sacrifice1 ,not proud humilities of sense ,and posturing of penitence1 ,but love's unforced obedience2 ,that ,book and ,church and ,day are given ,for man1 not ,god1--for earth1 not heaven1-- ,the blessed means to holiest ends1 ,not masters1 but benignant friends2 ,that the dear ,christ dwells not afar1 ,the king of some remoter star1 ,listening1 at times1 with flattered ear1 ,to homage wrung from selfish fear1 ,but here1 amidst the poor and blind1 ,the bound and suffering of our kind1 ,in works we do1 in prayers we pray1 ,life of our life1 ,he lives to-day4 ,,john ,,greenleaf ,,whittier 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,living ,,temple4 ,nor in the world of light alone1 ,where ,god has built his blazing throne1 ,nor yet alone in earth below1 ,with belted seas that come and go1 ,and endless isles of sunlit green1 ,is all thy ,maker's glory seen3 ,look in upon thy wondrous frame1-- ,eternal wisdom still the same6 ,the smooth1 soft air with pulse-like waves ,flows murmuring through its hidden caves1 ,whose streams of brightening purple rush1 ,fired with a new and livelier blush1 ,while all their burden of decay ,the ebbing current steals away1 ,and red with ,nature's flame they start ,from the warm fountains of the heart4 ,no rest that throbbing slave may ask1 ,forever quivering o'er his task1 ,while far and wide a crimson jet ,leaps forth to fill the woven net ,which in unnumbered crossing tides ,the flood of burning life divides1 ,then1 kindling each decaying part1 ,creeps back to find the throbbing heart4 ,but warmed with that unchanging flame ,behold the outward moving frame1 ,its living marbles jointed strong ,with glistening band and silvery thong1 ,and linked to reason's guiding reins ,by myriad rings in trembling chains1 ,each graven with the threaded zone ,which claims it as the ,master's own4 ,see how yon beam of seeming white ,is braided out of seven-hued light1 ,yet in those lucid globes no ray ,by any chance shall break astray4 ,hark1 how the rolling surge of sound1 ,arches and spirals circling round1 ,wakes the hushed spirit through thine ear ,with music it is heaven to hear4 ,then mark the cloven sphere that holds ,all thought in its mysterious folds1 ,that feels sensation's faintest thrill1 ,and flashes forth the sovereign will2 ,think on the stormy world that dwells ,locked in its dim and clustering cells6 ,the lightning gleams of power it sheds ,along its hollow glassy threads6 ,o ,father6 grant thy love divine ,to make these mystic temples thine6 ,when wasting age and wearying strife ,have sapped the leaning walls of life1 ,when darkness gathers over all1 ,and the last tottering pillars-fall1 ,take the poor dust thy mercy warms1 ,and mould it into heavenly forms6 ,,oliver ,,wendell ,,holmes4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,of ,,hym ,,that ,,togyder ,,wyll ,,serve ,,two ,,maysters4 ,a ,fole he is and voyde of reason ,whiche with one hounde tendyth to take ,two harys in one instant and season2 ,rightso is he that wolde undertake ,hym to two lordes a servaunt to make2 ,for whether that he be lefe or lothe1 ,the one he shall displease1 or els bothe4 ,a fole also he is withouten doute1 ,and in his porpose sothly blyndyd sore1 ,which doth entende labour or go aboute ,to serve god1 and also his wretchyd store ,of worldly ryches3 for as ,i sayde before1 ,he that togyder will two maysters serve ,shall one displease and nat his love deserve4 ,for be that with one hounde wol take also ,two harys togyther in one instant ,for the moste parte doth the both two forgo1 ,and if he one have3 harde it is and skant ,and that blynd fole mad and ignorant ,that draweth thre boltis atons,a in one bowe ,at one marke shall shote too high or too lowe4 ,he that his mynde settyth god truly to serve ,and his sayntes3 this worlde settynge at nought ,shall for rewarde everlastynge joy deserve1 ,but in this worlde he that settyth his thought ,all men to please1 and in favour to be brought1 ,must lout and lurke1 flater1 laude1 and lye3 ,and cloke in knavys counseyll1 though it fals be4 ,wherfore ,i may prove by these examples playne ,that it is better more godly and plesant ,to leve this mondayne casualte and payne ,and to thy maker one god to be servaunt4 ,which whyle thou lyvest shall nat let the want ,that thou desyrest justly1 for thy syrvyce1 ,and than after gyve the1 the joyes of ,paradyse4 ,from the ,german of ,,sebastian ,,brandt4 ,translation of ,,alexander ,,barclay4 ,footnote ,a3 ,at once4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,religion ,,and ,,doctrine4 ,he stood before the ,sanhedrim2 ,the scowling rabbis gazed at him2 ,he recked not of their praise or blame2 ,there was no fear1 there was no shame ,for one upon whose dazzled eyes ,the whole world poured its vast surprise4 ,the open heaven was far too near1 ,his first day's light too sweet and clear1 ,to let him waste his new-gained ken ,on the hate-clouded face of men4 ,but still they questioned1 ,who art thou8 ,what hast thou been8 ,what art thou now8 ,thou art not he who yesterday ,sat here and begged beside the way1 ,for he was blind4 ,and ,i am he2 ,for ,i was blind1 but now ,i see4 ,he told the story o'er and o'er2 ,it was his full heart's only lore2 ,a prophet on the ,sabbath day ,had touched his sightless eyes with clay1 ,and made him see1 who had been blind4 ,their words passed by him like the wind ,which raves and howls1 but cannot shock ,the hundred-fathom-rooted rock4 ,their threats and fury all went wide2 ,they could not touch his ,hebrew pride2 ,their sneers at ,jesus and his band1 ,nameless and homeless in the land1 ,their boasts of ,moses and his ,lord1 ,all could not change him by one word4 ,i know not that this man may be1 ,sinner or saint2 but as for me1 ,one thing ,i know1 that ,i am he ,who once was blind1 and now ,i see4 ,they were all doctors of renown1 ,the great men of a famous town1 ,with deep brows1 wrinkled1 broad1 and wise1 ,beneath their wide phylacteries2 ,the wisdom of the ,east was theirs1 ,and honor crowned their silver hairs2 ,the man they jeered and laughed to scorn ,was unlearned1 poor1 and humbly born2 ,but he knew better far than they ,what came to him that ,sabbath day2 ,and what the ,christ had done for him1 ,he knew1 and not the ,sanhedrim4 ,,john ,,hay4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,rabbi ,,ben ,,ezra4 ,grow old along with me6 ,the best is yet to be1 ,the last of life1 for which the first ,i was made3 ,our times are in his hand ,who saith ,a whole ,i planned ,youth shows but half2 trust ,god3 see all1 nor be afraid6 ,not that1 amassing flowers1 ,youth sighed1 ,which rose make ours1 ,which lily leave and then as best recall8 ,not that1 admiring stars1 ,it yearned1 ,nor ,jove1 nor ,mars2 ,mine be some figured flame which blends1 transcends them all6 ,not for such hopes and fears1 ,annulling youth's brief years1 ,do ,i remonstrate--folly wide the mark6 ,rather ,i prize the doubt ,low kinds exist without1 ,finished and finite clods1 untroubled by a spark4 ,poor vaunt of life indeed1 ,were man but formed to feed ,on joy1 to solely seek and find and feast3 ,such feasting ended1 then ,as sure an end to men2 ,irks care the crop-full bird8 ,frets doubt the maw-crammed beast8 ,rejoice we are allied ,to ,that which doth provide ,and not partake1 effect and not receive6 ,a spark disturbs our clod2 ,nearer we hold of ,god ,who gives1 than of ,his tribes that take1 ,i must believe4 ,then1 welcome each rebuff ,that turns earth's smoothness rough1 ,each sting that bids nor sit nor stand1 but go6 ,be our joys three parts pain6 ,strive1 and hold cheap the strain2 ,learn1 nor account the pang2 dare1 never grudge the throe6 ,for thence--a paradox ,which comforts while it mocks-- ,shall life succeed in that it seems to fail3 ,what ,i aspired to be1 ,and was not1 comforts me3 ,a brute ,i might have been1 but would not sink i' the scale4 ,what is he but a brute ,whose flesh hath soul to suit1 ,whose spirit works lest arms and legs want play8 ,to man1 propose this test-- ,thy body at its best1 ,how far can that project thy soul on its lone way8 ,yet gifts should prove their use3 ,i own the ,past profuse ,of power each side1 perfection every turn3 ,eyes1 ears took in their dole1 ,brain treasured up the whole2 ,should not the heart beat once1 ,how good to live and learn8 ,not once beat ,praise be ,thine6 ,i see the whole design1 ,i1 who saw ,power1 shall see ,love perfect too3 ,perfect ,i call ,thy plan3 ,thanks that ,i was a man6 ,maker1 remake1 complete--,i trust what ,thou shalt do6 ,for pleasant is this flesh2 ,our soul1 in its rose-mesh ,pulled ever to the earth1 still yearns for rest3 ,would we some prize might hold ,to match those manifold ,possessions of the brute--gain most1 as we did best6 ,let us not always say1 ,spite of this flesh to-day4 ,i strove1 made head1 gained ground upon the whole6 ,as the bird wings and sings1 ,let us cry1 ,all good things ,are ours1 nor soul helps flesh more1 now1 than flesh helps soul6 ,therefore ,i summon age ,to grant youth's heritage1 ,life's struggle having so far reached its term3 ,thence shall ,i pass1 approved ,a man1 for aye removed ,from the developed brute2 a ,god though in the germ4 ,and ,i shall thereupon ,take rest1 ere ,i be gone ,once more on my adventure brave and new3 ,fearless and unperplexed1 ,when ,i wage battle next1 ,what weapons to select1 what armor to indue4 ,youth ended1 ,i shall try ,my gain or loss thereby2 ,be the fire ashes1 what survives is gold3 ,and ,i shall weigh the same4 ,give life its praise or blame3 ,young1 all lay in dispute2 ,i shall know1 being old4 ,for note1 when evening shuts1 ,a certain moment cuts ,the deed off1 calls the glory from the gray3 ,a whisper from the west ,shoots--,add this to the rest1 ,take it and try its worth3 here dies another day4 ,so1 still within this life1 ,though lifted o'er its strife1 ,let me discern1 compare1 pronounce at last1 ,this rage was right i' the main1 ,that acquiescence vain3 ,the ,future ,i may face now ,i have proved the ,past4 ,for more is not reserved ,to man1 with soul just nerved ,to act to-morrow what he learns to-day3 ,here1 work enough to watch ,the ,master work1 and catch ,hints of the proper craft1 tricks of the tool's true play4 ,as it was better1 youth ,should strive1 through acts uncouth1 ,toward making1 than repose on aught found made2 ,so1 better1 age1 exempt ,from strife1 should know1 than tempt ,further4 ,thou waitedst age2 wait death nor be afraid6 ,enough now1 if the ,right ,and ,good and ,infinite ,be named here1 as thou callest thy hand thine own1 ,with knowledge absolute1 ,subject to no dispute ,from fools that crowded youth1 nor let thee feel alone4 ,be there1 for once and all1 ,severed great minds from small1 ,announced to each his station in the ,past6 ,was ,i1 the world arraigned1 ,were they1 my soul disdained1 ,right8 ,let age speak the truth and give us peace at last6 ,now1 who shall arbitrate8 ,ten men love what ,i hate1 ,shun what ,i follow1 slight what ,i receive3 ,ten1 who in ears and eyes ,match me3 we all surmise1 ,they1 this thing1 and ,i1 that3 whom shall my soul believe8 ,not on the vulgar mass ,called work1 must sentence pass1 ,things done1 that took the eye and had the price2 ,o'er which1 from level stand1 ,the low world laid its hand1 ,found straightway to its mind1 could value in a trice3 ,but all1 the world's coarse thumb ,and finger failed to plumb1 ,so passed in making up the main account2 ,all instincts immature1 ,all purposes unsure1 ,that weighed not as his work1 yet swelled the man's amount3 ,thoughts hardly to be packed ,into a narrow act1 ,fancies that broke through language and escaped2 ,all ,i could never be1 ,all1 men ignored in me1 ,this1 ,i was worth to ,god1 whose wheel the pitcher shaped4 ,ay1 note that ,potter's wheel1 ,that metaphor6 and feel ,why time spins fast2 why passive lies our clay1-- ,thou1 to whom fools propound1 ,when the wine makes its round1 ,since life fleets1 all is change2 the ,past gone1 seize to-day6 ,fool6 ,all that is1 at all1 ,lasts ever1 past recall2 ,earth changes1 but thy soul and ,god stand sure3 ,what entered into thee1 ,that was1 is1 and shall be3 ,time's wheel runs back or stops2 ,potter and clay endure4 ,he fixed thee 'mid this dance ,of plastic circumstance1 ,this ,present1 thou1 forsooth1 wouldst fain arrest3 ,machinery just meant ,to give thy soul its bent1 ,try thee and turn thee forth1 sufficiently impressed4 ,what though the earlier grooves ,which ran the laughing loves ,around thy base1 no longer pause and press8 ,what though1 about thy rim1 ,scull-things in order grim ,grow out1 in graver mood1 obey the sterner stress8 ,look not thou down1 but up6 ,to uses of a cup1 ,the festal board1 lamp's flash1 and trumpet's peal1 ,the new wine's foaming flow1 ,the ,master's lips aglow6 ,thou1 heaven's consummate cup1 what needst thou with earth's wheel8 ,but ,i need1 now as then1 ,thee1 ,god1 who mouldest men2 ,and since1 not even while the whirl was worst1 ,did ,i--to the wheel of life ,with shapes and colors rife1 ,bound dizzily--mistake my end1 to slake ,thy thirst3 ,so1 take and use ,thy work6 ,amend what flaws may lurk1 ,what strain o' the stuff1 what warpings past the aim6 ,my times be in ,thy hand6 ,perfect the cup as planned6 ,let age approve of youth1 and death complete the same6 ,,robert ,,browning4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,religion ,,of ,,hudibras4 ,,from ,,hudibras1 ,,part ,i4 ,he was of that stubborn crew ,of errant saints1 whom all men grant ,to be the true church militant2 ,such as do build their faith upon ,the holy text of pike and gun2 ,decide all controversies by ,infallible artillery1 ,and prove their doctrine orthodox ,by apostolic blows and knocks2 ,call fire1 and sword1 and desolation ,a godly1 thorough ,reformation1 ,which always must be carried on ,and still be doing1 never done2 ,as if religion were intended ,for nothing else but to be mended4 ,a sect whose chief devotion lies ,in odd perverse antipathies2 ,in falling out with that or this1 ,and finding somewhat still amiss2 ,more peevish1 cross1 and splenetic1 ,than dog distract1 or monkey sick2 ,that with more care keep holiday ,the wrong than others the right way2 ,compound for sins they are inclined to1 ,by damning those they have no mind to2 ,still so perverse and opposite1 ,as if they worshipped ,god for spite2 ,the self-same thing they will abhor ,one way1 and long another for4 ,,samuel ,,butler4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,problem4 ,i like a church2 ,i like a cowl2 ,i love a prophet of the soul2 ,and on my heart monastic aisles ,fall like sweet strains or pensive smiles2 ,yet not for all his faith can see ,would ,i that cowled churchman be4 ,why should the vest on him allure1 ,which ,i could not on me endure8 ,not from a vain or shallow thought ,his awful ,jove young ,phidias brought2 ,never from lips of cunning fell ,the thrilling ,delphic oracle3 ,out from the heart of nature rolled ,the burdens of the ,bible old2 ,the litanies of nations came1 ,like the volcano's tongue of flame1 ,up from the burning core below1-- ,the canticles of love and woe4 ,the hand that rounded ,peters dome1 ,and groined the aisles of ,christian ,rome1 ,wrought in a sad sincerity2 ,himself from ,god he could not free2 ,he builded better than he knew2-- ,the conscious stone to beauty grew4 ,knowest thou what wove yon woodbird's nest ,of leaves1 and feathers from her breast8 ,or how the fish outbuilt her shell4 ,painting with morn each annual cell8 ,or how the sacred pine-tree adds ,to her old leaves new myriads8 ,such and so grew these holy piles1 ,whilst love and terror laid the tiles4 ,earth proudly wears the ,parthenon1 ,as the best gem upon her zone2 ,and ,morning opes with haste her lids1 ,to gaze upon the ,pyramids2 ,o'er ,england's abbeys bends the sky1 ,as on its friends1 with kindred eye2 ,for1 out of ,thought's interior sphere1 ,these wonders rose to upper air2 ,and ,nature gladly gave them place1 ,adopted them into her race1 ,and granted them an equal date ,with ,andes and with ,ararat4 ,these temples grew as grows the grass2 ,art might obey1 but not surpass4 ,the passive ,master lent his hand ,to the vast ,soul that o'er him planned2 ,and the same power that reared the shrine ,bestrode the tribes that knelt within4 ,ever the fiery ,pentecost ,girds with one flame the countless host1 ,trances the heart through chanting choirs1 ,and through the priest the mind inspires4 ,the word unto the prophet spoken ,was writ on tables yet unbroken2 ,the word by seers or sibyls told1 ,in groves of oak1 or fanes of gold1 ,still floats upon the morning wind1 ,still whispers to the willing mind4 ,one accent of the ,holy ,ghost ,the heedless world hath never lost4 ,i know what say the fathers wise1-- ,the ,book itself before me lies1-- ,old ,chrysostom1 best ,augustine1 ,and he who blent both in his line1 ,the younger ,golden ,lips or mines1 ,taylor1 the ,shakespeare of divines4 ,his words are music in my ear1 ,i see his cowled portrait dear2 ,and yet1 for all his faith could see1 ,i would not the good bishop be4 ,,ralph ,,waldo ,,emerson4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,on ,,an ,,infant ,,which ,,died ,,before ,,baptism4 ,be1 rather than be called1 a child of ,god1 ,death whispered6--with assenting nod1 ,its head upon its mother's breast1 ,the baby bowed1 without demur-- ,of the kingdom of the ,blest ,possessor1 not inheritor4 ,,samuel ,,taylor ,,coleridge4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,what ,,was ,,his ,,creed8 ,religion relates to life1 and the life of religion is to do good4--,,swedenborg4 ,he left a load of anthracite ,in front of a poor woman's door4 ,when the deep snow1 frozen and white1 ,wrapped street and square1 mountain and moor4 ,that was his deed4 ,he did it well4 ,what was his creed8 ,i cannot tell4 ,blessed in his basket and his store1 ,in sitting down and rising up2 ,when more he got1 he gave the more1 ,withholding not the crust and cup4 ,he took the lead ,in each good task4 ,what was his creed8 ,i did not ask4 ,his charity was like the snow1 ,soft1 white1 and silent in its fall2 ,not like the noisy winds that blow ,from shivering trees the leaves1--a pall ,for flowers and weed1 ,drooping below4 ,what was his creed8 ,the poor may know4 ,he had great faith in loaves of bread ,for hungry people1 young and old1 ,hope he inspired2 kind words he said ,to those he sheltered from the cold4 ,for we should feed ,as well as pray4 ,what was his creed8 ,i cannot say4 ,in words he did not put his trust2 ,his faith in words he never writ2 ,he loved to share his cup and crust ,with all mankind who needed it4 ,in time of need ,a friend was he4 ,what was his creed8 ,he told not me4 ,he put his trust in heaven1 and he ,worked well with hand and head2 ,and what he gave in charity ,sweetened his sleep and daily bread4 ,let us take heed1 ,for life is brief4 ,what was his creed--,what his belief8 ,,anonymous4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,philosopher ,,toad4 ,down deep in the hollow1 so damp and so cold1 ,where oaks are by ivy o'ergrown1 ,the gray moss and lichen creep over the mould1 ,lying loose on a ponderous stone4 ,now within this huge stone1 like a king on his throne1 ,a toad has been sitting more years than is known2 ,and1 strange as it seems1 yet he constantly deems ,the world standing still while he's dreaming his dreams1-- ,does this wonderful toad in his cheerful abode ,in the innermost heart of that flinty old stone1 ,by the gray-haired moss and the lichen o'ergrown4 ,down deep in the hollow1 from morning till night1 ,dun shadows glide over the ground1 ,where a watercourse once1 as it sparkled with light1 ,turned a ruined old mill-wheel around3 ,long years have passed by since its bed became dry1 ,and the trees grow so close1 scarce a glimpse of the sky ,is seen in the hollow1 so dark and so damp1 ,where the glow-worm at noonday is trimming his lamp1 ,and hardly a sound from the thicket around1 ,where the rabbit and squirrel leap over the ground1 ,is heard by the toad in his spacious abode ,in the innermost heart of that ponderous stone1 ,by the gray-haired moss and the lichen o'ergrown4 ,down deep in that hollow the bees never come1 ,the shade is too black for a flower2 ,and jewel-winged birds with their musical hum1 ,never flash in the night of that bower2 ,but the cold-blooded snake1 in the edge of the brake1 ,lies amid the rank grass1 half asleep1 half awake2 ,and the ashen-white snail1 with the slime in1 its trail1 ,moves wearily on like a life's tedious tale1 ,yet disturbs not the toad in his spacious abode1 ,in the innermost heart of that flinty old stone1 ,by the gray-haired moss and the lichen o'ergrown4 ,down deep in a hollow some wiseacres sit1 ,like a toad in his cell in the stone2 ,around them in daylight the blind owlets flit1 ,and their creeds are with ivy o'ergrown2-- ,their stream may go dry1 and the wheels cease to ply1 ,and their glimpses be few of the sun and the sky1 ,still they hug to their breast every time-honored guest4 ,and slumber and doze in inglorious rest2 ,for no progress they find in the wide sphere of mind1 ,and the world's standing still with all of their kind2 ,contented to dwell deep down in the well1 ,or move like a snail in the crust of his shell1 ,or live like the toad in his narrow abode1 ,with their souls closely wedged in a thick wall of stone1 ,by the gray weeds of prejudice rankly o'ergrown4 ,,rebecca ,s4 ,,nichols4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,her ,,creed4 ,she stood before a chosen few1 ,with modest air and eyes of blue2 ,a gentle creature1 in whose face ,were mingled tenderness and grace4 ,you wish to join our fold1 they said3 ,do you believe in all that's read ,from ritual and written creed1 ,essential to our human need8 ,a troubled look was in her eyes2 ,she answered1 as in vague surprise4 ,as though the sense to her were dim1 ,i only strive to follow ,him4 ,they knew her life2 how1 oft she stood1 ,sweet in her guileless maidenhood1 ,by dying bed1 in hovel lone1 ,whose sorrow she had made her own4 ,oft had her voice in prayer been heard1 ,sweet as the voice of singing bird2 ,her hand been open in distress2 ,her joy to brighten and to bless4 ,yet still she answered1 when they sought ,to know her inmost earnest thought1 ,with look as of the seraphim1 ,i only strive to follow ,him4 ,creeds change as ages come and go2 ,we see by faith1 but little know3 ,perchance the sense was not so dim ,to her who strove to follow ,him4 ,,sarah ,,knowles ,,bolton4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,my ,,creed4 ,i hold that ,christian grace abounds ,where charity is seen2 that when ,we climb to heaven1 't is on the rounds ,of love to men4 ,i hold all else1 named piety1 ,a selfish scheme1 a vain pretence2 ,where centre is not--can there be ,circumference8 ,this ,i moreover hold1 and dare ,affirm where'er my rhyme may go1-- ,whatever things be sweet or fair1 ,love makes them so4 ,whether it be the lullabies ,that charm to rest the nursling bird1 ,or the sweet confidence of sighs ,and blushes1 made without a word4 ,whether the dazzling and the flush ,of softly sumptuous garden bowers1 ,or by some cabin door1 a bush ,of ragged flowers4 ',tis not the wide phylactery1 ,nor stubborn fast1 nor stated prayers1 ,that make us saints3 we judge the tree ,by what it bears4 ,and when a man can live apart ,from works1 on theologic trust1 ,i know the blood about his heart ,is dry as dust4 ,,alice ,,carey4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,give ,,me ,,thy ,,heart4 ,with echoing steps the worshippers ,departed one by one2 ,the organ's pealing voice was stilled1 ,the vesper hymn was done2 ,the shadow fell from roof and arch1 ,dim was the incensed air1 ,one lamp alone1 with trembling ray1 ,told of the ,presence there6 ,in the dark church she knelt alone2 ,her tears were falling fast2 ,help1 ,lord1 she cried1 the shades of death ,upon my soul are cast6 ,have ,i not shunned the path of sin1 ,and chose the better part8 -- ,what voice came through the sacred air8-- ,my child1 give me thy heart6 ,have not ,i laid before thy shrine ,my wealth1 ,o ,lord8 she cried2 ,have ,i kept aught of gems or gold1 ,to minister to pride8 ,have ,i not bade youth's joys retire1 ,and vain delights depart8-- ,but sad and tender was the voice1-- ,my child1 give me thy heart6 ,have ,i not1 ,lord1 gone day by day ,where thy poor children dwell2 ,and carried help1 and gold1 and food8 ,o ,lord1 thou know'st it well6 ,from many a house1 from many a soul1 ,my hand bids care depart3-- ,more sad1 more tender was the voice1-- ,my child1 give me thy heart6 ,have ,i not worn my strength away ,with fast and penance sore8 ,have ,i not watched and wept8 she cried2 ,did thy dear saints do more8 ,have ,i not gained thy grace1 ,o ,lord1 ,and won in heaven my part8-- ,it echoed louder in her soul1-- ,my child1 give me thy heart6 ,for ,i have loved thee with a love ,no mortal heart can show2 ,a love so deep my saints in heaven ,its depths can never know3 ,when pierced and wounded on the cross1 ,man's sin and doom were mine1 ,i loved thee with undying love1 ,immortal and divine6 ,i loved thee ere the skies were spread2 ,my soul bears all thy pains2 ,to gain thy love my sacred heart ,in earthly shrines remains3 ,vain are thy offerings1 vain thy sighs1 ,without one gift divine2 ,give it1 my child1 thy heart to me1 ,and it shall rest in mine6 ,in awe she listened1 as the shade ,passed from her soul away2 ,in low and trembling voice she cried1-- ,lord1 help me to obey6 ,break thou the chains of earth1 ,o ,lord1 ,that bind and hold my heart2 ,let it be thine and thine alone1 ,let none with thee have part4 ,send down1 ,o ,lord1 thy sacred fire6 ,consume and cleanse the sin ,that lingers still within its depths3 ,let heavenly love begin4 ,that sacred flame thy saints have known1 ,kindle1 ,o ,lord1 in me1 ,thou above all the rest forever1 ,and all the rest in thee4 ,the blessing fell upon her soul2 ,her angel by her side ,knew that the hour of peace was come2 ,her soul was purified2 ,the shadows fell from roof and arch1 ,dim was the incensed air1-- ,but peace went with her as she left ,the sacred ,presence there6 ,,adelaide ,,anne ,,proctor4 99 99 99 99 99 ,o1 ,,may ,i ,,join ,,the ,,choir ,,invisible6 ,o1 may ,i join the choir invisible ,of those immortal dead who live again ,in minds made better by their presence2 live ,in pulses stirred to generosity1 ,in deeds of daring rectitude1 in scorn ,of miserable aims that end with self1 ,in thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars1 ,and with their mild persistence urge men's minds ,to vaster issues4 ,so to live is heaven3 ,to make undying music in the world1 ,breathing a beauteous order that controls ,with growing sway the growing life of man4 ,so we inherit that sweet purity ,for which we struggled1 failed1 and agonized ,with widening retrospect that bred despair4 ,rebellious flesh that would not be subdued1 ,a vicious parent shaming still its child1 ,poor anxious penitence1 is quick dissolved2 ,its discords quenched by meeting harmonies1 ,die in the large and charitable air4 ,and all our rarer1 better1 truer self1 ,that sobbed religiously in yearning song1 ,that watched to ease the burden of the world1 ,laboriously tracing what must be1 ,and what may yet be better1--saw within ,a worthier image for the sanctuary1 ,and shaped it forth before the multitude1 ,divinely human1 raising worship so ,to higher reverence more mixed with love1 ,that better self shall live till human ,time ,shall fold its eyelids1 and the human sky ,be gathered like a scroll within the tomb1 ,unread forever4 ,this is life to come1 ,which martyred men have made more glorious ,for us1 who strive to follow4 ,may ,i reach ,that purest heaven1--be to other souls ,the cup of strength in some great agony1 ,enkindle generous ardor1 feed pure love1 ,beget the smiles that have no cruelty1 ,be the sweet presence of a good diffused1 ,and in diffusion ever more intense6 ,so shall ,i join the choir invisible1 ,whose music is the gladness of the world4 ,,marian ,,evans ,,lewes ,,cross 7,george ,eliot74 99 99 99 99 99 ,o ,,yet ,,we ,,trust ,,that ,,somehow ,,good4 ,,from ,,in ,,memoriam1 ,,liii4 ,o yet we trust that somehow good ,will be the final goal of ill1 ,to pangs of nature1 sins of will1 ,defects of doubt1 and taints of blood2 ,that nothing walks with aimless feet2 ,that not one life shall be destroyed1 ,or cast as rubbish to the void1 ,when ,god hath made the pile complete2 ,that not a worm is cloven in vain2 ,that not a moth with vain desire ,is shrivelled in a fruitless fire1 ,or but subserves another's gain4 ,behold1 we know not anything2 ,i can but trust that good shall fall ,at last--far off--at last1 to all1 ,and every winter change to spring4 ,so runs my dream3 but what am ,i8 ,an infant crying in the night3 ,an infant crying for the light3 ,and with no language but a cry4 ,,alfred1 ,,lord ,,tennyson4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,day ,,breaks4 ,what dost thou see1 lone watcher on the tower4 ,is the day breaking8 ,comes the wished-for hour8 ,tell us the signs1 and stretch abroad thy hand1 ,if the bright morning dawns upon the land4 ,the stars are clear above me2 scarcely one ,has dimmed its rays in reverence to the sun2 ,but ,i yet see on the horizon's verge ,some fair1 faint streaks1 as if the light would surge4 ,look forth again1 ,o watcher on the tower1-- ,the people wake and languish for the hour2 ,long have they dwelt in darkness1 and they pine ,for the full daylight that they know must shine4 ,i see not well1--the moon is cloudy still1-- ,there is a radiance on the distant hill2 ,even as ,i watch the glory seems to grow2 ,but the stars blink1 and the night breezes blow4 ,and is that all1 ,o watcher on the tower8 ,look forth again2 it must be near the hour2 ,dost thou not see the snowy mountain copes1 ,and the green woods beneath them on the slopes8 ,a mist envelops them2 ,i cannot trace ,their outline2 but the day comes on apace3 ,the clouds roll up in gold and amber flakes1 ,and all the stars grow dim2 the morning breaks4 ,we thank thee1 lonely watcher on the tower3 ,but look again1 and tell us1 hour by hour1 ,all thou beholdest3 many of us die ,ere the day comes2 oh1 give them a reply6 ,i see the hill-tops now1 and chanticleer ,crows his prophetic carol on mine ear2 ,i see the distant woods and fields of corn1 ,and ocean gleaming in the light of morn4 ,again1 again1 ,o watcher on the tower6 ,we thirst for daylight1 and we bide the hour1 ,patient1 but longing4 ,tell us1 shall it be ,a bright1 calm1 glorious daylight for the free8 ,i hope1 but cannot tell2 ,i hear a song1 ,vivid as day itself1 and clear and strong1 ,as of a lark--young prophet of the noon-- ,pouring in sunlight his seraphic tune4 ,what doth he say1 ,o watcher on the tower8 ,is he a prophet8 does the dawning hour ,inspire his music8 ,is his chant sublime1 ,filled with the glories of the future time8 ,he prophesies1--his heart is full2 his lay ,tells of the brightness of a peaceful day2 ,a day not cloudless1 nor devoid of storm1 ,but sunny for the most1 and clear and warm4 ,we thank thee1 watcher on the lonely tower1 ,for all thou tellest4 ,sings he of an hour ,when error shall decay1 and truth grow strong1 ,and light shall rule supreme and conquer wrong8 ,he sings of brotherhood and joy and peace1 ,of days when jealousies and hate shall cease2 ,when war shall cease1 and man's progressive mind ,soar as unfettered as its ,god designed4 ,well done1 thou watcher on the lonely tower6 ,is the day breaking8 ,dawns the happy hour8 ,we pine to see it2 tell us yet again ,if the broad daylight breaks upon the plain8 ,it breaks6 it comes6 the misty shadows fly3 ,a rosy radiance gleams upon the sky2 ,the mountain-tops reflect it calm and clear1 ,the plain is yet in shade1 but day is near4 ,,charles ,,mackay4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,my ,,home4 ,a ,,thanksgiving ,,to ,,god ,,for ,a ,,house ,,in ,,the ,,green ,,parish ,,of ,,devonshire4 ,lord1 thou hast given me a cell ,wherein to dwell1 ,a little house1 whose humble roof ,is weather proof2 ,under the sparres of which ,i lie1 ,both soft and drie2 ,where thou1 my chamber for to ward1 ,hast set a guard ,of harmlesse thoughts1 to watch and keep ,me while ,i sleep4 ,low is my porch1 as is my fate2 ,both void of state2 ,and yet the threshold of my doore ,is worn by the poore1 ,who hither come and freely get ,good words or meat4 ,like as my parlour1 so my hall ,and kitchen's small2 ,a little butterie1 and therein ,a little byn1 ,which keeps my little loafe of bread ,unchipt1 unflead4 ,some sticks of thorn or briar ,make me a fire1 ,close by whose loving coals ,i sit1 ,and glow like it4 ,lord1 ,i confesse too1 when ,i dine1 ,the pulse is thine1 ,and all those other bits that bee ,there placed by thee2 ,the worts1 the purslain1 and the messe ,of water-cresse1 ,which of thy kindness thou hast sent2 ,and my content ,makes those and my beloved beet ,more sweet4 ',tis thou that crown'st my glittering hearth ,with guiltlesse mirth1 ,and giv'st me wassaile bowles to drink1 ,spiced to the brink4 ,lord1 'tis thy plenty-dropping hand ,that soiles my land1 ,and gives me for my bushel sowne1 ,twice ten for one4 ,thou mak'st my teeming hen to lay ,her egg each day1 ,besides my healthful ewes to bear ,me twins each yeare2 ,the while the conduits of my kine ,run creame for wine4 ,all these and better thou dost send ,me to this end1 ,that ,i should render1 for my part1 ,a thankfulle heart1 ,which1 fired with incense1 ,i resigne ,as wholly thine2 ,but the acceptance1 that must be1 ,,my ,,christ1 by thee4 ,,robert ,,herrick4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,peace4 ,sweet ,peace1 where dost thou dwell8 ,i humbly crave4 ,let me once know4 ,i sought thee in a secret cave2 ,and asked if ,peace were there4 ,a hollow wind did seem to answer1 ,no6 ,go1 seek elsewhere4 ,i did2 and1 going1 did a rainbow note3 ,surely1 thought ,i1 ,this is the lace of ,peace's coat4 ,i will search out the matter4 ,but1 while ,i looked1 the clouds immediately ,did break and scatter4 ,then went ,i to a garden1 and did spy ,a gallant flower1-- ,the crown-imperial4 ,sure1 said ,i1 ,peace at the root must dwell4 ,but1 when ,i digged1 ,i saw a worm devour ,what showed so well4 ,at length ,i met a reverend1 good old man2 ,whom when for ,peace ,i did demand1 he thus began3 ,there was a prince of old ,at ,salem dwelt1 who lived with good increase ,of flock and fold4 ,he sweetly lived2 yet sweetness did not save ,his life from foes4 ,but1 after death1 out of his grave ,there sprang twelve stalks of wheat2 ,which many wondering at1 got some of those ,to plant and set4 ,it prospered strangely1 and did soon disperse ,through all the earth4 ,for they that taste it do rehearse1 ,that virtue lies therein1-- ,a secret virtue1 bringing peace and mirth1 ,by flight of sin4 ,take of this grain1 which in my garden grows1 ,and grows for you3 ,make bread of it2 and that repose ,and peace which everywhere ,with so much earnestness you do pursue1 ,is only there4 ,,george ,,herbert4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,peace4 ,is this the peace of ,god1 this strange sweet calm8 ,the weary day is at its zenith still1 ,yet 't is as if beside some cool1 clear rill1 ,through shadowy stillness rose an evening psalm4 ,and all the noise of life were hushed away1 ,and tranquil gladness reigned with gently soothing sway4 ,it was not so just now4 ,i turned aside ,with aching head1 and heart most sorely bowed2 ,around me cares and griefs in crushing crowd4 ,while inly rose the sense1 in swelling tide1 ,of weakness1 insufficiency1 and sin1 ,and fear1 and gloom1 and doubt in mighty flood rolled in4 ,that rushing flood ,i had no power to meet1 ,nor power to flee3 my present1 future1 past1 ,myself1 my sorrow1 and my sin ,i cast ,in utter helplessness at ,jesu's feet3 ,then bent me to the storm1 if such his will4 ,he saw the winds and waves1 and whispered4 ,peace1 be still6 ,and there was calm6 ,o ,saviour1 ,i have proved ,that thou to help and save art really near3 ,how else this quiet rest from grief and fear ,and all distress8 ,the cross is not removed1 ,i must go forth to bear it as before1 ,but1 leaning on thine arm1 ,i dread its weight no more4 ,is it indeed thy peace8 ,i have not tried ,to analyze my faith1 dissect my trust1 ,or measure if belief be full and just1 ,and therefore claim thy peace4 ,but thou hast died1 ,i know that this is true for me1 ,and1 knowing it1 ,i come1 and cast my all on thee4 ,it is not that ,i feel less weak1 but thou ,wilt be my strength2 it is not that ,i see ,less sin1 but more of pardoning love with thee1 ,and all-sufficient grace4 ,enough6 and now ,all fluttering thought is stilled1 ,i only rest1 ,and feel that thou art near1 and know that ,i am blest4 ,,frances ,,ridley ,,havergal4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,living ,,waters4 ,there are some hearts like wells1 green-mossed and deep ,as ever ,summer saw2 ,and cool their water is1--yea1 cool and sweet2-- ,but you must come to draw4 ,they hoard not1 yet they rest in calm content1 ,and not unsought will give2 ,they can be quiet with their wealth unspent1 ,so self-contained they live4 ,and there are some like springs1 that bubbling burst ,to follow dusty ways1 ,and run with offered cup to quench his thirst ,where the tired traveller strays2 ,that never ask the meadows if they want ,what is their joy to give2-- ,unasked1 their lives to other life they grant1 ,so self-bestowed they live6 ,and ,one is like the ocean1 deep and wide1 ,wherein all waters fall2 ,that girdles the broad earth1 and draws the tide1 ,feeding and bearing all2 ,that broods the mists1 that sends the clouds abroad1 ,that takes1 again to give2-- ,even the great and loving heart of ,god4 ,whereby all love doth live4 ,,caroline ,s4 ,,spencer4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,devotion4 ,the immortal gods ,accept the meanest altars1 that are raised ,by pure devotion2 and sometimes prefer ,an ounce of frankincense1 honey1 or milk1 ,before whole hecatombs1 or ,saban gems1 ,offered in ostentation4 ,,philip ,,massinger4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,seaside ,,well4 ,waters flowed over mine head2 then ,i said1 ,i am cut off4--,,lamentations iii4 #ed4 ,one day ,i wandered where the salt sea-tide ,backward had drawn its wave1 ,and found a spring as sweet as e'er hillside ,to wild-flowers gave4 ,freshly it sparkled in the sun's bright look1 ,and mid its pebbles strayed1 ,as if it thought to join a happy brook ,in some green glade4 ,but soon the heavy sea's resistless swell ,came rolling in once more1 ,spreading its bitter o'er the clear sweet well ,and pebbled shore4 ,like a fair star thick buried in a cloud1 ,or life in the grave's gloom1 ,the well1 enwrapped in a deep watery shroud1 ,sunk to its tomb4 ,as one who by the beach roams far and wide1 ,remnant of wreck to save1 ,again ,i wandered when the salt sea-tide ,withdrew its wave2 ,and there1 unchanged1 no taint in all its sweet1 ,no anger in its tone1 ,still as it thought some happy brook to meet1 ,the spring flowed on4 ,while waves of bitterness rolled o'er its head1 ,its heart had folded deep ,within itself1 and quiet fancies led1 ,as in a sleep2 ,till1 when the ocean loosed his heavy chain1 ,and gave it back to day1 ,calmly it turned to its own life again ,and gentle way4 ,happy1 ,i thought1 that which can draw its life ,deep from the nether springs1 ,safe 'neath the pressure1 tranquil mid the strife1 ,of surface things4 ,safe--for the sources of the nether springs ,up in the far hills lie2 ,calm--for the life its power and freshness brings ,down from the sky4 ,so1 should temptations threaten1 and should sin ,roll in its whelming flood1 ,make strong the fountain of thy grace within ,my soul1 ,o ,god6 ,if bitter scorn1 and looks1 once kind1 grown strange1 ,with crushing chillness fall1 ,from secret wells let sweetness rise1 nor change ,my heart to gall6 ,when sore thy hand doth press1 and waves of thine ,afflict me like a sea1-- ,deep calling deep1--infuse from source divine ,thy peace in me6 ,and when death's tide1 as with a brimful cup1 ,over my soul doth pour1 ,let hope survive1--a well that springeth up ,forevermore6 ,above my head the waves may come and go1 ,long brood the deluge dire1 ,but life lies hidden in the depths below ,till waves retire1-- ,till death1 that reigns with overflowing flood1 ,at length withdraw its sway1 ,and life rise sparkling in the sight of ,god ,an endless day4 ,,anonymous4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,ultima ,,veritas4 ,in the bitter waves of woe1 ,beaten and tossed about ,by the sullen winds that blow ,from the desolate shores of doubt1-- ,when the anchors that faith had cast ,are dragging in the gale1 ,i am quietly holding fast ,to the things that cannot fail3 ,i know that right is right2 ,that it is not good to lie2 ,that love is better than spite1 ,and a neighbor than a spy2 ,i know that passion needs ,the leash of a sober mind2 ,i know that generous deeds ,some sure reward will find2 ,that the rulers must obey2 ,that the givers shall increase2 ,that ,duty lights the way ,for the beautiful feet of ,peace2-- ,in the darkest night of the year1 ,when the stars have all gone out1 ,that courage is better than fear1 ,that faith is truer than doubt2 ,and fierce though the fiends may fight1 ,and long though the angels hide1 ,i know that ,truth and ,eight ,have the universe on their side2 ,and that somewhere1 beyond the stars1 ,is a ,love that is better than fate2 ,when the night unlocks her bars ,i shall see ,him1 and ,i will wait4 ,,washington ,,gladden4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,end ,,of ,,the ,,play4 ,the play is done1--the curtain drops1 ,slow falling to the prompter's bell2 ,a moment yet the actor stops1 ,and looks around1 to say farewell4 ,it is an irksome word and task2 ,and1 when he's laughed and said his say1 ,he shows1 as he removes the mask1 ,a face that's anything but gay4 ,one word1 ere yet the evening ends1-- ,let's close it with a parting rhyme2 ,and pledge a hand to all young friends1 ,as flits the merry ,christmas time2 ,on life's wide scene you1 too1 have parts ,that fate erelong shall bid you play2 ,good night6--with honest1 gentle hearts ,a kindly greeting go alway6 ,good night6--,i'd say the griefs1 the joys1 ,just hinted in this mimic page1 ,the triumphs and defeats of boys1 ,are but repeated in our age2 ,i'd say your woes were not less-keen1 ,your hopes more vain1 than those of men1-- ,your pangs or pleasures of fifteen ,at forty-five played o'er again4 ,i'd say we suffer and we strive ,not less nor more as men than boys1-- ,with grizzled beards at forty-five1 ,as erst at twelve in corduroys2 ,and if1 in time of sacred youth1 ,we learned at home to love and pray1 ,pray ,heaven that early love and truth ,may never wholly pass away4 ,and in the world1 as in the school1 ,i'd say how fate may change and shift1-- ,the prize be sometimes with the fool1 ,the race not always to the swift3 ,the strong may yield1 the good may fall1 ,the great man be a vulgar clown1 ,the knave be lifted over all1 ,the kind cast pitilessly down4 ,who knows the inscrutable design8 ,blessed be ,be who took and gave6 ,why should your mother1 ,charles1 not mine1 ,be weeping at her darling's grave8 ,we bow to ,heaven that willed it so1 ,that darkly rules the fate of all1 ,that sends the respite or the blow1 ,that's free to give or to recall4 ,this crowns his feast with wine and wit1-- ,who brought him to that mirth and state8 ,his betters1 see1 below him sit1 ,or hunger hopeless at the gate4 ,who bade the mud from ,dives' wheel ,to spurn the rags of ,lazarus8 ,come1 brother1 in that dust we'll kneel1 ,confessing ,heaven that ruled it thus4 ,so each shall mourn1 in life's advance1 ,dear hopes1 dear friends1 untimely killed2 ,shall grieve for many a forfeit chance ,and longing passion unfulfilled4 ,amen6--whatever fate be sent1 ,pray ,god the heart may kindly glow1 ,although the head with cares be bent1 ,and whitened with the winter snow4 ,come wealth or want1 come good or ill1 ,let young and old accept their part1 ,and bow before the awful will1 ,and bear it with an honest heart4 ,who misses1 or who wins the prize1-- ,go1 lose or conquer as you can2 ,but if you fail1 or if you rise1 ,be each1 pray ,god1 a gentleman4 ,a gentleman1 or old or young6 7,bear kindly with my humble lays27 ,the sacred chorus first was sung ,upon the first of ,christmas days2 ,the shepherds heard it overhead1-- ,the joyful angels raised it then3 ,glory to ,heaven on high1 it said1 ,and peace on earth to gentle men6 ,my song1 save this1 is little worth2 ,i lay the weary pen aside1 ,and wish you health and love and mirth1 ,as fits the solemn ,christmas-tide4 ,as fits the holy ,christmas birth1 ,be this1 good friends1 our carol still1-- ,be peace on earth1 be peace on earth1 ,to men of gentle will4 ,,william ,,makepeace ,,thackeray4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,new ,,year4 ,,from ,,in ,,memoriam1 ,,cv4 ,ring out1 wild bells1 to the wild sky1 ,the flying cloud1 the frosty light3 ,the year is dying in the night-- ,ring out1 wild bells1 and let him die4 ,ring out the old1 ring in the new--1 ,ring happy bells1 across the snow3 ,the year is going1 let him go2 ,ring out the false1 ring in the true4 ,ring out the grief that saps the mind1 ,for those that here we see no more2 ,ring out the feud of rich and poor1 ,ring in redress to all mankind4 ,ring out a slowly dying cause1 ,and ancient forms of party strife2 ,ring in the nobler modes of life1 ,with sweeter manners1 purer laws4 ,ring out the want1 the care1 the sin1 ,the faithless coldness of the times2 ,ring out1 ring out my mournful rhymes1 ,but ring the fuller minstrel in4 ,ring out false pride in place and blood1 ,the civic slander and the spite2 ,ring in the love of truth and right1 ,ring in the common love of good4 ,ring out old shapes of foul disease1 ,ring out the narrowing lust of gold2 ,ring out the thousand wars of old1 ,ring in the thousand years of peace4 ,ring in the valiant man and free1 ,the larger heart1 the kindlier hand2 ,ring out the darkness of the land-- ,ring in the ,christ that is to be4 ,,alfred1 ,,lord ,,tennyson 99 99 99 99 99 ,,life4 ,it is not life upon thy gifts to live1 ,but to grow fixed with deeper roots in ,thee2 ,and when the sun and showers their bounties give1 ,to send out thick-leaved limbs2 a fruitful tree ,whose green head meets the eye for many a mile1 ,whose spreading boughs a friendly shelter rear1 ,and full-faced fruits their blushing welcome smile ,as to its goodly shade our feet draw near4 ,who tastes its gifts shall never hunger more1 ,for 't is the ,father spreads the pure repast1 ,who1 while we eat1 renews the ready store1 ,which at his bounteous board must ever last2 ,and1 as the more we to his children lend1 ,the more to us doth of his bounty send4 ,,jones ,,very4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,selections ,,from ,,paradise ,,lost4 ,,book ,i4 ,,the ,,poet',s ,,theme4 ,of man's first disobedience and the fruit ,of that forbidden tree1 whose mortal taste ,brought death into the world and all our woe1 ,with loss of ,eden1 till one greater ,man ,restore us and regain the blissful seat1 ,sing1 heavenly ,muse1 that on the secret top ,of ,oreb1 or of ,sinai1 didst inspire ,that shepherd1 who first taught the chosen seed1 ,in the beginning how the heavens and earth ,rose out of ,chaos2 or if ,sion hill ,delight thee more1 and ,siloa's brook that flowed ,fast by the oracle of ,god2 ,i thence ,invoke thy aid to my adventurous song4 ,that with no middle flight intends to soar ,above the ,aonian mount1 while it pursues ,things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme4 ,and chiefly thou1 ,o ,spirit1 that dost prefer ,before all temples the upright heart and pure1 ,instruct me1 for thou know'st2 thou from the first ,wast present1 and with mighty wings outspread ,dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss1 ,and mad'st it pregnant3 what in me is dark ,illumine1 what is low raise and support2 ,that to the height of this great argument ,i may assert eternal ,providence1 ,and justify the ways of ,god to men4 ,,book ,,ix4 ,,the ,,temptation4 ,the ,sun was sunk1 and after him the star ,of ,hesperus1 whose office is to bring ,twilight upon the ,earth1 short arbiter ',twixt day and night1 and now from end to end ,night's hemisphere had veiled the horizon round3 ,when ,satan1 who late fled before the threats ,of ,gabriel out of ,eden1 now improved ,in meditated fraud and malice1 bent ,on ,man's destruction1 maugre what might hap ,of heavier on himself1 fearless returned4 ,by night he fled1 and at midnight returned ,from compassing the ,earth2 99 99 99 99 99 ,the orb he roamed ,with narrow search2 and with inspection deep ,considered every creature1 which of all ,most opportune might serve his wiles2 and found ,the serpent subtlest beast of all the field4 ,him1 after long debate1 irresolute ,of thoughts revolved1 his final sentence chose ,fit vessel1 fittest imp of fraud1 in whom ,to enter1 and his dark suggestions hide ,from sharpest sight3 for1 in the wily snake ,whatever sleights1 none would suspicious mark1 ,as from his wit and native subtlety ,proceeding2 which1 in other beasts observed4 ,doubt might beget of diabolic power ,active within1 beyond the sense of brute4 99 99 99 99 99 ,for now1 and since first break of dawn1 the fiend4 ,mere serpent in appearance1 forth was come2 ,and on his quest1 where likeliest he might find ,the only two of mankind1 but in them ,the whole included race1 his purposed prey4 ,in bower and field he sought where any tuft ,of grove or garden-plot more pleasant lay1 ,their tendance1 or plantation for delight2 ,by fountain or by shady rivulet ,he sought them both1 but wished his hap might find ,eve separate2 he wished1 but not with hope ,of what so seldom chanced2 when to his wish1 ,beyond his hope1 ,eve separate he spies1 ,veiled in a cloud of fragrance1 where she stood1 ,half spied1 so thick the roses blushing round ,about her glowed4 99 99 99 99 99 ,she fair1 divinely fair1 fit love for gods4 ,not terrible1 though terror be in love ,and beauty1 not approached by stronger hate4 ,hate stronger1 under show of love well feigned2 ,the way which to her ruin now ,i tend4 ,so spake the enemy of mankind1 inclosed ,in serpent1 inmate bad6 and toward ,eve ,addressed his way3 not with indented wave1 ,prone on the ground1 as since2 but on his rear1 ,circular base of rising folds1 that towered ,fold above fold1 a surging maze6 his head ,crested aloft1 and carbuncle his eyes2 ,with burnished neck of verdant gold1 erect4 ,amidst his circling spires1 that on the grass ,floated redundant3 pleasing was his shape ,and lovely2 never since of serpent-kind ,lovelier4 99 99 99 99 99 ,so varied he1 and of his tortuous train ,curled many a wanton wreath in sight of ,eve1 ,to lure her eye2 she1 busied1 heard the sound ,of rustling leaves1 but minded not1 as used ,to such disport before her through the field1 ,from every beast2 more duteous at her call1 ,than at ,circean call the herd disguised4 ,he1 bolder now1 uncalled before her stood1 ,but as in gaze admiring3 oft he bowed ,his turret crest1 and sleek enamelled neck1 ,fawning2 and licked the ground whereon she trod4 ,his gentle dumb expression turned at length ,the eye of ,eve1 to mark his play2 he1 glad ,of her attention gained1 with serpent-tongue ,organic1 or impulse of vocal air1 ,his fraudulent temptation thus began4 ,wonder not1 sovran mistress1 if perhaps ,thou canst who art sole wonder6 much less arm ,thy looks1 the ,heaven of mildness1 with disdain1 ,displeased that ,i approach thee thus1 and gaze ,insatiate2 ,i thus single2 nor have feared ,thy awful brow1 more awful thus retired4 ,fairest resemblance of thy ,maker fair1 ,thee all things living gaze on all things thine ,by gift1 and thy celestial beauty adore ,with ravishment beheld6 there beat beheld1 ,where universally admired2 but here ,in this inclosure wild1 these beasts among1 ,beholders rude1 and shallow to discern ,half what in thee is fair1 one man except1 ,who sees thee8 7and what is one87 who should be seen ,a goddess among gods1 adored and served ,by angels numberless1 thy daily train4 ,so glozed the tempter1 and his proem tuned3 ,into the heart of ,eve his words made way4 99 99 99 99 99 ,after some discourse1 the ,tempter praises the ,tree of ,knowledge4 ,so standing1 moving1 or to height up grown1 ,the tempter1 all impassioned1 thus began4 ,o sacred1 wise1 and wisdom-giving plant1 ,mother of science6 now ,i feel thy power ,within me clear2 not only to discern ,things in their causes1 but to trace the ways ,of highest agents1 deemed however wise4 ,queen of this universe6 do not believe ,those rigid threats of death3 ye shall not die3 ,how should you8 by the fruit8 it gives you life ,to knowledge2 by the threatener8 look on me4 ,me1 who have touched and tasted2 yet both live1 ,and life more perfect have attained than ,fate ,meant me1 by venturing higher than my lot4 ,shall that be shut to man1 which to the beast ,is open8 or will ,god incense his ire ,for such a petty trespass8 and not praise ,rather your dauntless virtue1 whom the pain ,of death denounced1 whatever thing death be1 ,deterred not from achieving what might lead ,to happier life1 knowledge of good and evil2 ,of good1 how just8 of evil1 if what is evil ,be real1 why not known1 since easier shunned8 ,god therefore cannot hurt ye1 and be just2 ,not just1 not ,god3 not feared then1 nor obeyed3 ,your fear itself of death removes the fear4 ,why then was this forbid8 ,why1 but to awe2 ,why1 but to keep ye low and ignorant1 ,his worshippers8 ,he knows that in the day ,ye eat thereof1 your eyes1 that seem so clear1 ,yet are but dim1 shall perfectly be then ,opened and cleared1 and ye shall be as gods1 ,knowing both good and evil1 as they know4 ,that ye shall be as gods1 since ,i as ,man1 ,internal ,man1 is but proportion meet2 ,i1 of brute1 human2 ye1 of human1 gods4 ,so ye shall die1 perhaps1 by putting off ,human1 to put on gods2 death to be wished1 ,though threatened1 which no worse than this can bring4 ,and what are gods1 that man may not become ,as they1 participating godlike food8 ,the gods are first1 and that advantage use ,on our belief1 that all from them proceeds3 ,i question it2 for this fair ,earth ,i see1 ,warmed by the ,sun1 producing every kind2 ,them1 nothing3 if they all things1 who inclosed ,knowledge of good and evil in this tree1 ,that whoso eats thereof forthwith attains ,wisdom without their leave8 and wherein lies ,the offence1 that man should thus attain to know8 ,what can your knowledge hurt him1 or this tree ,impart against his will1 if all be his8 ,or is it envy8 and can envy dwell ,in heavenly breasts8--,these1 these1 and many more ,causes import your need of this fair fruit4 ,goddess humane1 reach then1 and freely taste4 ,,the ,,fall4 ,he ended1 and his words replete with guile ,into her heart too easy entrance won3 ,fixed on the fruit she gazed1 which to behold ,might tempt alone1 and in her ears the sound ,yet rung of persuasive words1 impregned ,with reason1 to her seeming1 and with truth3 ,meanwhile the hour of noon drew on1 and waked ,an eager appetite1 raised by the smell ,so savory of that fruit1 which with desire1 ,inclinable now grown to touch or taste1 ,solicited her longing eye2 yet first ,pausing awhile1 thus to herself she mused4 ,great are thy virtues1 doubtless1 best of fruits1 ,though kept from man1 and worthy to be admired1 ,whose taste1 too long forborne1 at first assay ,gave elocution to the mute1 and taught ,the tongue not made for speech to speak thy praise3 ,thy praise he also who forbids thy use ,conceals not from us1 naming thee the ,tree ,of ,knowledge1 knowledge both of good and evil2 ,forbids us then to taste6 but his forbidding ,commends thee more1 while it infers the good ,by thee communicated1 and our want3 ,for good unknown sure is not had1 or had ,and yet unknown is as not had at all4 ,in plain then1 what forbids he but to know1 ,forbids us good1 forbids us to be wise8 ,such prohibitions bind not4 ,but if death ,bind us with after-bands1 what profits then ,our inward freedom8 ,in the day we eat ,of this fair fruit1 our doom is1 we shall die4 ,how dies the serpent8 he hath eaten and lives1 ,and knows1 and speaks1 and reasons1 and discerns1 ,irrational till then4 ,for us alone ,was death invented8 or to us denied ,this intellectual food1 for beasts reserved8 ,for beasts it seems3 yet that one beast which first ,hath tasted envies not1 but brings with joy ,the good befallen him1 author unsuspect1 ,friendly to man1 far from deceit or guile4 ,what fear ,i then8 rather what know to fear ,under this ignorance of good and evil1 ,of ,god or death1 of law or penalty8 ,here grows the cure of all1 this fruit divine1 ,fair to the eye1 inviting to the taste1 ,of virtue to make wise3 what hinders then ,to reach1 and feed at once both body and mind8 ,so saying1 her rash hand in evil hour ,forth reaching to the fruit1 she plucked1 she eat3 ,earth felt the wound1 and ,nature from her seat ,sighing through all her works gave signs of woe1 ,that all was lost4 ,back to the thicket slunk ,the guilty serpent1 and well might1 for ,eve ,intent now wholly on her taste nought else ,regarded1 such delight till then1 as seemed1 ,in fruit she never tasted1 whether true ,or fancied so1 through expectation high ,of knowledge3 nor was ,godhead from her thought4 ,greedily she ingorged without restraint1 ,and knew not eating death4 ,,book ,,xi4 ,,intercession ,,and ,,redemption4 ,thus they1 in lowliest plight1 repentant stood ,praying2 for from the mercy-seat above ,prevenient grace descending had removed ,the stony from their hearts1 and made new flesh ,regenerate grow instead2 that sighs now breathed ,unutterable2 which the spirit of prayer ,inspired1 and winged for ,heaven with speedier flight ,than loudest oratory3 yet their port ,not of mean suitors2 nor important less ,seemed their petition1 than when the ancient pair ,in fables old1 less ancient yet than these1 ,deucalion and chaste ,pyrrha1 to restore ,the race of mankind drowned1 before the shrine ,of ,themis stood devout4 ,to ,heaven their prayers ,flew up1 nor missed the way1 by envious winds ,blown vagabond or frustrate3 in they passed ,dimensionless through heavenly doors2 then clad ,with incense1 where the golden altar fumed1 ,by their great ,intercessor1 came in sight ,before the ,father's throne3 them the glad ,son ,presenting1 thus to intercede began4 ,see1 ,father1 what first-fruits on ,earth are sprung ,from thy implanted grace in ,man2 these sighs ,and prayers1 which in this golden censer1 mixed ,with incense1 ,i thy priest before thee bring2 ,fruits of more pleasing savor1 from thy seed ,sown with contrition in his heart1 than those ,which1 his own hand manuring1 all the trees ,of ,paradise could have produced ere fallen ,from innocence4 ,now1 therefore1 bend thine ear ,to supplication2 hear his sighs1 though mute2 ,unskilful with what words to pray1 let me ,interpret for him2 me1 his advocate ,and propitiation2 all his works on me1 ,good1 or not good1 ingraft2 my merit those ,shall perfect1 and for these my death shall pay4 ,accept me2 and1 in me1 from these receive ,the smell of peace toward mankind3 let him live ,before thee reconciled1 at least his days ,numbered though sad2 till death his doom 7which ,i ,to mitigate thus plead1 not to reverse17 ,to better life shall yield him3 where with me ,all my redeemed may dwell in joy and bliss2 ,made one with me1 as ,i with thee am one4 ,to whom the ,father1 without cloud1 serene4 ,all thy request for ,man1 accepted ,son1 ,obtain2 all thy request was my decree3 ,but1 longer in that ,paradise to dwell1 ,the law ,i gave to ,nature him forbids3 ,those pure immortal elements1 that know ,no gross1 no unharmonious mixture foul1 ,eject him1 tainted now2 and purge him off1 ,as a distemper1 gross1 to air as gross1 ,and mortal food2 as may dispose him best ,for dissolution wrought by sin1 that first ,distempered all things1 and of incorrupt ,corrupted4 ,i1 at first1 with two fair gifts ,created him endowed2 with happiness1 ,and immortality3 that fondly lost4 ,this other served but to eternize woe2 ,till ,i provided death3 so death becomes ,his final remedy2 and1 after life1 ,tried in sharp tribulation1 and refined ,by faith and faithful works1 to second life1 ,waked in the renovation of the just1 ,resigns him up with ,heaven and ,earth renewed4 ,,eve',s ,,lament4 ,o unexpected stroke1 worse than of death6 ,must ,i thus leave thee1 ,paradise8 thus leave ,thee1 native soil6 these happy walks and shades1 ,fit haunt of gods2 where ,i had hope to spend1 ,quiet1 though sad1 the respite of that day ,that must be mortal to us both8 ,o flowers1 ,that never will in other climate grow1 ,my early visitation1 and my last ,at even1 which ,i bred up with tender hand ,from the first opening bud1 and gave ye names6 ,who now shall rear ye to the sun1 or rank ,your tribes1 and water from the ambrosial fount8 ,thee1 lastly1 nuptial bower6 by me adorned ,with what to sight or smell was sweet1 from thee ,how shall ,i part1 and whither wander down ,into a lower world1 to this obscure ,and wild8 how shall we breathe in other air ,less pure1 accustomed to immortal fruits8 ,,eve ,,to ,,adam4 ,with sorrow and heart's distress ,wearied1 ,i fell asleep4 ,but now lead on2 ,in me is no delay2 with thee to go1 ,is to stay here2 without thee here to stay1 ,is to go hence unwilling2 thou to me ,art all things under heaven1 all places thou1 ,who for my wilful crime art banished hence4 ,this further consolation1 yet secure1 ,i carry hence2 though all by me is lost1 ,such favor ,i unworthy am vouchsafed1 ,by me the promised ,seed shall all restore4 ,,book ,,xii4 ,,the ,,departure ,,from ,,paradise4 ,in either hand the hastening angel caught ,our lingering parents1 and to the eastern gate ,led them direct1 and down the cliff as fast ,to the subjected plain2 then disappeared4 ,they1 looking back1 all the eastern side beheld ,of ,paradise1 so late their happy seat1 ,waved over by that naming brand2 the gate ,with dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms4 ,some natural tears they dropt1 but wiped them soon2 ,the world was all before them1 where to choose ,their place of rest1 and ,providence their guide4 ,they1 hand in hand1 with wandering steps and slow1 ,through ,eden took their solitary way4 ,,milton4 ,v4 ,,human ,,experience4 99 99 99 99 99 ,a ,,psalm ,,of ,,life4 ,tell me not1 in mournful numbers1 ,life is but an empty dream6 ,for the soul is dead that slumbers1 ,and things are not what they seem4 ,life is real6 ,life is earnest6 ,and the grave is not its goal2 ,dust thou art1 to dust returnest1 ,was not spoken of the soul4 ,not enjoyment1 and not sorrow1 ,is our destined end or way2 ,but to act1 that each to-morrow ,find us farther than to-day4 ,art is long1 and ,time is fleeting1 ,and our hearts1 though stout and brave1 ,still1 like muffled drums1 are beating ,funeral marches to the grave4 ,in the world's broad field of battle1 ,in the bivouac of ,life1 ,be not like dumb1 driven cattle6 ,be a hero in the strife6 ,trust no ,future1 howe'er pleasant6 ,let the dead ,past bury its dead6 ,act1--act in the living ,present6 ,heart within1 and ,god o'erhead6 ,lives of great men all remind us ,we can make our lives sublime4 ,and1 departing1 leave behind us ,footprints on the sands of time2-- ,footprints1 that perhaps another1 ,sailing o'er life's solemn main1 ,a forlorn and shipwrecked brother1 ,seeing1 shall take heart again4 ,let us1 then1 be up and doing1 ,with a heart for any fate2 ,still achieving1 still pursuing1 ,learn to labor and to wait4 ,,henry ,,wadsworth ,,longfellow4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,gifts ,,of ,,god4 ,when ,god at first made man1 ,having a glass of blessings standing by1 ,let us 7said he7 pour on him all we can3 ,let the world's riches1 which dispersed lie1 ,contract into a span4 ,so strength first made a way2 ,then beauty flowed1 then wisdom1 honor1 pleasure3 ,when almost all was out1 ,god made a stay1 ,perceiving that1 alone1 of all his treasure1 ,rest in the bottom lay4 ,for if ,i should 7said he7 ,bestow this jewel also on my creature1 ,he would adore my gifts instead of me1 ,and rest in ,nature1 not the ,god of ,nature3 ,so both should losers be4 ,yet let him keep the rest1 ,but keep them with repining restlessness3 ,let him be rich and weary1 that1 at least1 ,if goodness lead him not1 yet weariness ,may toss him to my breast4 ,,george ,,herbert4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,duty4 ,i slept and dreamed that life was ,beauty3 ,i woke and found that life was ,duty3 ,was then thy dream a shadowy lie8 ,toil on1 sad heart1 courageously1 ,and thou shalt find thy dream to be ,a noonday light and truth to thee4 ,,ellen ,,sturgis ,,hooper4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,ode ,,to ,,duty4 ,stern daughter of the voice of ,god6 ,o ,duty6 if that name thou love ,who art a light to guide1 a rod ,to check the erring1 and reprove-- ,thou1 who art victory and law ,when empty terrors overawe2 ,from vain temptations dost set free1 ,and calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity6 ,there are who ask not if thine eye ,be on them2 who1 in love and truth ,where no misgiving is1 rely ,upon the genial sense of youth3 ,glad hearts6 without reproach or blot1 ,who do thy work1 and know it not2 ,long may the kindly impulse last6 ,but thou1 if they should totter1 teach them to stand fast6 ,serene will be our days and bright1 ,and happy will our nature be1 ,when love is an unerring light4 ,and joy its own security4 ,and they a blissful course may hold ,even now1 who1 not unwisely bold4 ,live in the spirit of this creed2 ,yet find that other strength1 according to their need4 ,i1 loving freedom1 and untried1 ,no sport of every random gust1 ,yet being to myself a guide1 ,too blindly have reposed my trust2 ,and oft1 when in my heart was heard ,thy timely mandate1 ,i deferred ,the task1 in smoother walks to stray2 ,but thee ,i now would serve more strictly1 if ,i may4 ,through no disturbance of my soul1 ,or strong compunction in me wrought1 ,i supplicate for thy control1 ,but in the quietness of thought2 ,me this unchartered freedom tires2 ,i feel the weight of chance desires1 ,my hopes no more must change their name1 ,i long for a repose that ever is the same4 ,stern lawgiver6 yet thou dost wear ,the ,godhead's most benignant grace2 ,nor know we any thing so fair ,as is the smile upon thy face2 ,flowers laugh before thee on their beds1 ,and fragrance in thy footing treads2 ,thou dost preserve the stars from wrong2 ,and the most ancient heavens1 through thee1 are fresh and strong4 ,to humbler functions1 awful power6 ,i call thee3 ,i myself commend ,unto thy guidance from this hour2 ,oh1 let my weakness have an end6 ,give unto me1 made lowly wise1 ,the spirit of self-sacrifice2 ,the confidence of reason give2 ,and in the light of truth thy bondman let me live6 ,,william ,,wordsworth4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,self-,,inquiry4 ,let not soft slumber close my eyes1 ,before ,i've recollected thrice ,the train of action through the day6 ,where have my feet chose out their way8 ,what have ,i learnt1 where'er ,i've been1 ,from all ,i have heard1 from all ,i've seen8 ,what know ,i more that's worth the knowing8 ,what have ,i done that's worth the doing8 ,what have ,i sought that ,i should shun8 ,what duty have ,i left undone8 ,or into what new follies run8 ,these self-inquiries are the road ,that leads to virtue and to ,god4 ,,isaac ,,watts4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,three ,,enemies4 ,,the ,,flesh4 ,sweet1 thou art pale4 ,more pale to see1 ,christ hung upon the cruel tree ,and bore his ,father's wrath for me4 ,sweet1 thou art sad4 ,beneath a rod ,more heavy ,christ for my sake trod ,the wine-press of the wrath of ,god4 ,sweet1 thou art weary4 ,not so ,christ3 ,whose mighty love of me sufficed ,for strength1 salvation1 eucharist4 ,sweet1 thou art footsore4 ,if ,i bleed1 ,his feet have bled3 yea1 in my need ,his heart once bled for mine indeed4 ,,the ,,world4 ,sweet1 thou art young4 ,so he was young ,who for my sake in silence hung ,upon the cross with passion wrung4 ,look1 thou art fair4 ,he was more fair ,than men1 who deigned for me to wear ,a visage marred beyond compare4 ,and thou hast riches4 ,daily bread3 ,all else is his2 who living1 dead1 ,for me lacked where to lay his head4 ,and life is sweet4 ,it was not so ,to him1 whose cup did overflow ,with mine unutterable woe4 ,,the ,,devil4 ,thou drinkest deep4 ,when ,christ would sup ,he drained the dregs from out my cup2 ,so how should ,i be lifted up8 ,thou shalt win glory4 ,in the skies1 ,lord ,jesus1 cover up mine eyes4 ,lest they should look on vanities4 ,thou shalt have knowledge4 ,helpless dust1 ,in thee1 ,o ,lord1 ,i put my trust3 ,answer thou for me1 ,wise and ,just4 ,,christina ,,georgina ,,rossetti4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,said ,i ,,not ,,so8 ,said ,i not so1--that ,i would sin no more8 ,witness1 my ,god1 ,i did2 ,yet ,i am run again upon the score3 ,my faults cannot be hid4 ,what shall ,i do8--make vows and break them still8 ',twill be but labor lost2 ,my good cannot prevail against mine ill3 ,the business will be crost4 ,o1 say not so2 thou canst not tell what strength ,thy ,god may give thee at the length4 ,renew thy vows1 and if thou keep the last1 ,thy ,god will pardon all that's past4 ,vow while thou canst2 while thou canst vow1 thou may'st ,perhaps perform it when thou thinkest least4 ,thy ,god hath not denied thee all1 ,whilst he permits thee but to call4 ,call to thy ,god for grace to keep ,thy vows2 and if thou break them1 weep4 ,weep for thy broken vows1 and vow again3 ,vows made with tears cannot be still in vain4 ,then once again ,i vow to mend my ways2 ,lord1 say ,amen1 ,and thine be all the praise4 ,,george ,,herbert4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,nothing ,,but ,,leaves4 ,nothing but leaves2 the spirit grieves ,over a wasted life2 ,sin committed while conscience slept1 ,promises made1 but never kept1 ,hatred1 battle1 and strife2 ,nothing but leaves6 ,nothing but leaves2 no garnered sheaves ,of life's fair1 ripened grain2 ,words1 idle words1 for earnest deeds2 ,we sow our seeds1--lo6 tares and weeds3 ,we reap1 with toil and pain1 ,nothing but leaves6 ,nothing but leaves2 memory weaves ,no veil to screen the past3 ,as we retrace our weary way1 ,counting each lost and misspent day1 ,we find1 sadly1 at last1 ,nothing but leaves6 ,and shall we meet the ,master so1 ,bearing our withered leaves8 ,the ,saviour looks for perfect fruit1 ,we stand before him1 humbled1 mute2 ,waiting the words he breathes1-- ,nothing but leaves8 ,,lucy ,e4 ,,akerman4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,world4 ,and when he is come1 he will reprove the world of sin1 and of righteousness1 and of judgment4--,,john xvi4 #h4 ,the world is wise1 for the world is old2 ,five thousand years their tale have told2 ,yet the world is not happy1 as the world might be1-- ,why is it8 why is it8 ,oh1 answer me6 ,the world is kind if we ask not too much2 ,it is sweet to the taste1 and smooth to the touch2 ,yet the world is not happy1 as the world might be1-- ,why is it8 why is it8 ,oh1 answer me6 ,the world is strong1 with an awful strength1 ,and full of life in its breadth and length2 ,yet the world is not happy1 as the world might be1-- ,why is it8 why is it8 ,oh1 answer me6 ,the world is so beautiful one may fear ,its borrowed beauty might make it too dear1 ,yet the world is not happy1 as the world might be-- ,why is it8 why is it8 ,oh1 answer me6 ,the world is good in its own poor way1 ,there is rest by night and high spirits by day2 ,yet the world is not happy1 as the world might be1-- ,why is it8 why is it8 ,oh1 answer me6 ,the cross shines fair1 and the church-bell rings1 ,and the earth is peopled with holy things2 ,yet the world is not happy1 as the world might be1-- ,why is it8 why is it8 ,oh1 answer me6 ,what lackest thou1 world8 for ,god made thee of old2 ,why1--thy faith hath gone out1 and thy love grown cold2 ,thou art not happy1 as thou mightest be1 ,for the want of ,christ's simplicity4 ,it is blood that thou lackest1 thou poor old world6 ,who shall make thy love hot for thee1 frozen old world8 ,thou art not happy1 as thou mightest be1 ,for the love of dear ,jesus is little in thee4 ,poor world6 if thou cravest a better day1 ,remember that ,christ must have his own way2 ,i mourn thou art not as thou mightest be1 ,but the love of ,god would do all for thee4 ,,frederick ,,william ,,faber4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,cry ,,of ,,the ,,human4 ,there is no ,god1 the foolish saith1 ,but none1 ,there is no sorrow2 ,and nature oft the cry of faith ,in bitter need will borrow3 ,eyes which the preacher could not school1 ,by wayside graves are raised2 ,and lips say1 ,god be pitiful1 ,who ne'er said1 ,god be praised4 ,be pitiful1 ,o ,god6 ,the tempest stretches from the steep ,the shadow of its coming2 ,the beasts grow tame1 and near us creep1 ,as help were in the human3 ,yet while the cloud-wheels roll and grind ,we spirits tremble under6-- ,the hills have echoes2 but we find ,no answer for the thunder4 ,be pitiful1 ,o ,god6 ,the battle hurtles on the plains-- ,earth feels new scythes upon her3 ,we reap our brothers for the wains1 ,and call the harvest1 honor1-- ,draw face to face1 front line to line1 ,one image all inherit1-- ,then kill1 curse on1 by that same sign1 ,clay1 clay1--and spirit1 spirit4 ,be pitiful1 ,o ,god6 ,the plague runs festering through the town1 ,and never a bell is tolling3 ,and corpses jostled 'neath the moon1 ,nod to the dead-cart's rolling4 ,the young child calleth for the cup-- ,the strong man brings it weeping2 ,the mother from her babe looks up1 ,and shrieks away its sleeping4 ,be pitiful1 ,o ,god6 ,the plague of gold strides far and near1 ,and deep and strong it enters3 ,this purple chimar which we wear1 ,makes madder than the centaur's4 ,our thoughts grow blank1 our words grow strange2 ,we cheer the pale gold-diggers-- ,each soul is worth so much on ',change1 ,and marked1 like sheep1 with figures4 ,be pitiful1 ,o ,god6 ,the curse of gold upon the land1 ,the lack of bread enforces-- ,the rail-cars snort from strand to strand1 ,like more of ,death's ,white ,horses3 ,the rich preach rights and future days1 ,and hear no angel scoffing3 ,the poor die mute--with starving gaze ,on corn-ships in the offing4 ,be pitiful1 ,o ,god6 ,we meet together at the feast-- ,to private mirth betake us-- ,we stare down in the winecup lest ,some vacant chair should shake us6 ,we name delight1 and pledge it round-- ,it shall be ours to-morrow6 ,god's seraphs1 do your voices sound ,as sad in naming sorrow8 ,be pitiful1 ,o ,god6 ,we sit together1 with the skies1 ,the steadfast skies1 above us3 ,we look into each other's eyes1 ,and how long will you love us8 ,the eyes grow dim with prophecy1 ,the voice is low and breathless-- ,till death us part6--,o words1 to be ,our best for love the deathless6 ,be pitiful1 dear ,god6 ,we tremble by the harmless bed ,of one loved and departed-- ,our tears drop on the lids that said ,last night1 ,be stronger hearted6 ,o ,god1--to clasp those fingers close1 ,and yet to feel so lonely6-- ,to see a light upon such brows1 ,which is the daylight only6 ,be pitiful1 ,o ,god6 ,the happy children come to us1 ,and look up in our faces3 ,they ask us--,was it thus1 and thus1 ,when we were in their places8 ,we cannot speak3--we see anew ,the hills we used to live in2 ,and feel our mother's smile press through ,the kisses she is giving4 ,be pitiful1 ,o ,god6 ,we pray together at the kirk1 ,for mercy1 mercy1 solely-- ,hands weary with the evil work1 ,we lift them to the ,holy6 ,the corpse is calm below our knee-- ,its spirit bright before thee-- ,between them1 worse than either1 we-- ,without the rest of glory6 ,be pitiful1 ,o ,god6 ,we leave the communing of men1 ,the murmur of the passions2 ,and live alone1 to live again ,with endless generations4 ,are we so brave8--,the sea and sky ,in silence lift their mirrors2 ,and1 glassed therein1 our spirits high ,recoil from their own terrors4 ,be pitiful1 ,o ,god6 ,we sit on hills our childhood wist1 ,woods1 hamlets1 streams1 beholding3 ,the sun strikes through the farthest mist1 ,the city's spire to golden4 ,the city's golden spire it was1 ,when hope and health were strong2 ,but now it is the churchyard grass1 ,we look upon the longest4 ,be pitiful1 ,o ,god6 ,and soon all vision waxeth dull-- ,men whisper1 ,he is dying3 ,we cry no more1 ,be pitiful6-- ,we have no strength for crying3 ,no strength1 no need6 ,then1 ,soul of mine1 ,look up and triumph rather-- ,lo6 in the depth of ,god's ,divine1 ,the ,son adjures the ,father-- ,,be ,,pitiful1 ,o ,,god4 ,,elizabeth ,,barrett ,,browning4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,sifting ,,of ,,peter4 ,a ,,folk-,,song4 ,behold1 ,satan hath desired to have you1 that he may sift you as wheat4--,,luke xxii4 #ca4 ,in ,saint ,luke's ,gospel we are told ,how ,peter in the days of old ,was sifted2 ,and now1 though ages intervene1 ,sin is the same1 while time and scene ,are shifted4 ,satan desires us1 great and small1 ,as wheat1 to sift us1 and we all ,are tempted2 ,not one1 however rich or great1 ,is by his station or estate ,exempted4 ,no house so safely guarded is ,but he1 by some device of his1 ,can enter2 ,no heart hath armor so complete ,but he can pierce with arrows fleet ,its centre4 ,for all at last the cock will crow ,who hear the warning voice1 but go ,unheeding1 ,till thrice and more they have denied ,the ,man of ,sorrows1 crucified ,and bleeding4 ,one look of that pale suffering face ,will make us feel the deep disgrace ,of weakness2 ,we shall be sifted till the strength ,of self-conceit be changed at length ,to meekness4 ,wounds of the soul1 though healed1 will ache2 ,the reddening scars remain1 and make ,confession2 ,lost innocence returns no more2 ,we are not what we were before ,transgression4 ,but noble souls1 through dust and heat1 ,rise from disaster and defeat ,the stronger4 ,and conscious still of the divine ,within them1 lie on earth supine ,no longer4 ,,henry ,,wadsworth ,,longfellow4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,vanity4 ,the sun comes up and the sun goes down1 ,and day and night are the same as one2 ,the year grows green1 and the year grows brown4 ,and what is it all1 when all is done8 ,grains of sombre or shining sand1 ,gliding into and out of the hand4 ,and men go down in ships to the seas1 ,and a hundred ships are the same as one2 ,and backward and forward blows the breeze1 ,and what is it all1 when all is done8 ,a tide with never a shore in sight ,getting steadily on to the night4 ,the fisher droppeth his net in the stream1 ,and a hundred streams are the same as one2 ,and the maiden dreameth her love-lit dream1 ,and what is it all1 when all is done8 ,the net of the fisher the burden breaks1 ,and alway the dreaming the dreamer wakes4 ,,anonymous4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,different ,,minds4 ,some murmur when their sky is clear ,and wholly bright to view1 ,if one small speck of dark appear ,in their great heaven of blue2 ,and some with thankful love are filled ,if but one streak of light1 ,one ray of ,god's good mercy1 gild ,the darkness of their night4 ,in palaces are hearts that ask1 ,in discontent and pride1 ,why life is such a dreary task1 ,and all good things denied2 ,and hearts in poorest huts admire ,how ,love has in their aid 7,love that not ever seems to tire7 ,such rich provision made4 ,,richard ,,chenevix ,,trench4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,my ,,recovery4 ,recovery1--daughter of ,creation too1 ,though not for immortality designed1-- ,the ,lord of life and death ,sent thee from heaven to me6 ,had ,i not heard thy gentle tread approach1 ,not heard the whisper of thy welcome voice1 ,death had with iron foot ,my chilly forehead pressed4 ',tis true1 ,i then had wandered where the earths ,roll around suns2 had strayed along the paths ,where the maned comet soars ,beyond the armd eye2 ,and with the rapturous1 eager greet had hailed ,the inmates of those earths and of those suns2 ,had hailed the countless host ,that throng the comet's disc2 ,had asked the novice questions1 and obtained ,such answers as a sage vouchsafes to youth2 ,had learned in hours far more ,than ages here unfold6 ,but ,i had then not ended here below ,what1 in the enterprising bloom of life1 ,fate with no light behest ,required me to begin4 ,recovery1--daughter of ,creation too1 ,though not for immortality designed1-- ,the ,lord of life and death ,sent thee from heaven to me6 ,from the ,german of ,,friedrich ,,gottlieb ,,klopstock4 ,translation of ,w4 ,,taylor4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,ladder ,,of ,,saint ,,augustine4 ,saint ,augustine6 well hast thou said1 ,that of our vices we can frame ,a ladder1 if we will but tread ,beneath our feet each deed of shame6 ,all common things1 each day's events1 ,that with the hour begin and end1 ,our pleasures and our discontents1 ,are rounds by which we may ascend4 ,the low desire1 the base design1 ,that makes another's virtues less2 ,the revel of the ruddy wine1 ,and all occasions of excess2 ,the longing for ignoble things2 ,the strife for triumph more than truth2 ,the hardening of the heart1 that brings ,irreverence for the dreams of youth2 ,all thoughts of ill2 all evil deeds1 ,that have their root in thoughts of ill2 ,whatever hinders or impedes ,the action of the nobler will3-- ,all these must first be trampled down ,beneath our feet1 if we would gain ,in the bright fields of fair renown ,the right of eminent domain4 ,we have not wings1 we cannot soar2 ,but we have feet to scale and climb ,by slow degrees1 by more and more1 ,the cloudy summits of our time4 ,the mighty pyramids of stone ,that wedge-like cleave the desert airs1 ,when nearer seen1 and better known1 ,are but gigantic flights of stairs4 ,the distant mountains1 that uprear ,their solid bastions to the skies1 ,are crossed by pathways1 that appear ,as we to higher levels rise4 ,the heights by great men reached and kept ,were not attained by sudden flight1 ,but they1 while their companions slept1 ,were toiling upward in the night4 ,standing on what too long we bore ,with shoulders bent and downcast eyes1 ,we may discern--unseen before-- ,a path to higher destinies4 ,nor deem the irrevocable ,past ,as wholly wasted1 wholly vain1 ,if1 rising on its wrecks1 at last ,to something nobler we attain4 ,,henry ,,wadsworth ,,longfellow4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,saint ,,christopher4 ,carry me across6 ,the ,syrian heard1 rose up1 and braced ,his huge limbs to the accustomed toil3 ,my child1 see how the waters boil8 ,the night-black heavens look angry-faced2 ,but life is little loss4 ,i'll carry thee with joy1 ,if needs be1 safe as nestling dove3 ,for o'er this stream ,i pilgrims bring ,in service to one ,christ1 a ,king ,whom ,i have never seen1 yet love4 ,i thank thee1 said the boy4 ,cheerful1 ,arprobus took ,the burden on his shoulders great1 ,and stepped into the waves once more2 ,when lo6 they leaping rise and roar1 ,and 'neath the little child's light weight ,the tottering giant shook4 ,who art thou8 cried he wild1 ,struggling in middle of the ford3 ,boy as thou look'st1 it seems to me ,the whole world's load ,i bear in thee1 ,yet-- ,for the sake of ,christ1 thy ,lord1 ,carry me1 said the child4 ,no more ,arprobus swerved1 ,but gained the farther bank1 and then ,a voice cried1 ,hence ,christopheros be6 ,for carrying thou hast carried ,me1 ,the ,king of angels and of men1 ,the ,master thou hast served4 ,and in the moonlight blue ,the saint saw1--not the wandering boy1 ,but him who walked upon the sea ,and o'er the plains of ,galilee1 ,till1 filled with mystic1 awful joy1 ,his dear ,lord ,christ he knew4 ,oh1 little is all loss1 ,and brief the space 'twixt shore and shore1 ,if thou1 ,lord ,jesus1 on us lay1 ,through the deep waters of our way1 ,the burden that ,christopheros bore1-- ,to carry thee across4 ,,dinah ,,maria ,,mulock ,,craik4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,scorn ,,not ,,the ,,least4 ,when words are weak and foes encountering strong1 ,where mightier do assault than do defend1 ,the feebler part puts up enforced wrong1 ,and silent sees that speech could not amend4 ,yet higher powers most think though they repine1-- ,when sun is set1 the little stars will shine4 ,while pike doth range1 the silly tench doth fly1 ,and crouch in privy creeks with smaller fish2 ,yet pikes are caught when little fish go by2 ,these fleet afloat while those do fill the dish4 ,there is a time even for the worms to creep4 ,and suck the dew while all their foes do sleep4 ,the merlin cannot ever soar on high1 ,nor greedy greyhound still pursue the chase2 ,the tender lark will find a time to fly4 ,and fearful hare to run a quiet race4 ,he that high-growth on cedars did bestow1 ,gave also lowly mushrooms leave to grow4 ,in ,haman's pomp poor ,mardocheus wept1 ,yet ,god did turn his fate upon his foe2 ,the ,lazar pined while ,dives' feast was kept1 ,yet he to heaven1 to hell did ,dives go4 ,we trample grass1 and prize the flowers of ,may1 ,yet grass is green when flowers do fade away4 ,,robert ,,southwell4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,right ,,must ,,win4 ,o1 it is hard to work for ,god1 ,to rise and take his part ,upon this battle-field of earth1 ,and not sometimes lose heart6 ,he hides himself so wondrously1 ,as though there were no ,god2 ,he is least seen when all the powers ,of ill are most abroad4 ,or he deserts us at the hour ,the fight is all but lost2 ,and seems to leave us to ourselves ,just when we need him most4 ,ill masters good1 good seems to change ,to ill with greater ease2 ,and1 worst of all1 the good with good ,is at cross-purposes4 ,ah6 ,god is other than we think2 ,his ways are far above1 ,far beyond reason's height1 and reached ,only by childlike love4 ,workman of ,god6 ,o1 lose not heart1 ,but learn what ,god is like2 ,and in the darkest battle-field ,thou shalt know where to strike4 ,thrice blest is he to whom is given ,the instinct that can tell ,that ,god is on the field when he ,is most invisible4 ,blest1 is he who can divine ,where the real right doth lie1 ,and dares to take the side that seems ,wrong to man's blindfold eye4 ,for right is right1 since ,god is ,god2 ,and right the day must win2 ,to doubt would be disloyalty1 ,to falter would be sin6 ,,frederick ,,william ,,faber4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,cost ,,of ,,worth4 ,,from ,,bitter ,,sweet4 ,thus is it all over the earth6 ,that which we call the fairest4 ,and prize for its surpassing worth1 ,is always rarest4 ,iron is heaped in mountain piles1 ,and gluts the laggard forges2 ,but gold-flakes gleam in dim defiles ,and lonely gorges4 ,the snowy marble flecks the land ,with heaped and rounded ledges1 ,but diamonds hide within the sand ,their starry edges4 ,the finny armies clog the twine ,that sweeps the lazy river1 ,but pearls come singly from the brine ,with the pale diver4 ,god gives no value unto men ,unmatched by meed of labor2 ,and ,cost of ,worth has ever been ,the closest neighbor4 99 99 99 99 99 ,all common good has common price2 ,exceeding good1 exceeding2 ,christ bought the keys of ,paradise ,by cruel bleeding2 ,and every soul that wins a place ,upon its hills of pleasure1 ,must give it all1 and beg for grace ,to fill the measure4 99 99 99 99 99 ,up the broad stairs that ,value rears ,stand motives beck'ning earthward1 ,to summon men to nobler spheres1 ,and lead them worthward4 ,,josiah ,,gilbert ,,holland4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,laborer4 ,stand up--erect6 ,thou hast the form ,and likeness of thy ,god6--,who more8 ,a soul as dauntless 'mid the storm ,of daily life1 a heart as warm ,and pure1 as breast e'er wore4 ,what then8--,thou art as true a man ,as moves the human mass among2 ,as much a part of the great plan ,that with creation's dawn began1 ,as any of the throng4 ,who is thine enemy8 ,the high ,in station1 or in wealth the chief8 ,the great1 who coldly pass thee by1 ,with proud step and averted eye8 ,nay6 nurse not such belief4 ,if true unto thyself thou wast1 ,what were the proud one's scorn to thee8 ,a feather which thou mightest cast ,aside1 as idly as the blast ,the light leaf from the tree4 ,no3 uncurbed passions1 low desires1 ,absence of noble self-respect4 ,death1 in the breast's consuming fires1 ,to that high nature which aspires ,forever1 till thus checked2-- ,these are thine enemies--thy worst3 ,they chain thee to thy lowly lot2 ,thy labor and thy life accursed4 ,o1 stand erect1 and from them burst1 ,and longer suffer not4 ,thou art thyself thine enemy3 ,the great6--what better they than thou8 ,as theirs is not thy will as free8 ,has ,god with equal favors thee ,neglected to endow8 ,true1 wealth thou hast not--'tis but dust2 ,nor place--uncertain as the wind2 ,but that thou hast1 which1 with thy crust ,and water1 may despise the lust ,of both--a noble mind4 ,with this1 and passions under ban1 ,true faith1 and holy trust in ,god1 ,thou art the peer of any man4 ,look up then2 that thy little span ,of life may be well trod4 ,,william ,d4 ,,gallagher4 99 99 99 99 99 ,a ,,true ,,lent4 ,is this a fast1--to keep ,the larder lean1 ,and clean ,from fat of veals and sheep8 ,is it to quit the dish ,of flesh1 yet still ,to fill ,the platter high with fish8 ,is it to fast an hour4 ,or ragg'd to go1 ,or show ,a downcast look1 and sour8 ,no6 't is a fast to dole ,thy sheaf of wheat1 ,and meat1 ,unto the hungry soul4 ,it is to fast from strife1 ,from old debate ,and hate1-- ,to circumcise thy life4 ,to show a heart grief-rent2 ,to starve thy sin1 ,not bin1-- ,and that's to keep thy ,lent4 ,,robert ,,herrick4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,from ,,the ,,church ,,porch4 ,thou whose sweet youth and early hopes enhance ,thy rate and price1 and mark thee for a treasure4 ,hearken unto a ,verser1 who may chance ,rhyme thee to good1 and make a bait of pleasure3 ,a verse may find him who a sermon flies ,and turn delight into a sacrifice4 ,when thou dost purpose aught 7within thy power71 ,be sure to doe it1 though it be but small2 ,constancie knits the bones1 and make us stowre1 ,when wanton pleasures beckon us to thrall4 ,who breaks his own bond1 forfeiteth himself3 ,what nature made a ship1 he makes a shelf4 99 99 99 99 99 ,by all means use sometimes to be alone4 ,salute thyself3 see what thy soul doth wear4 ,dare to look in thy chest2 for 't is thine own2 ,and tumble up and down what thou find'st there4 ,who cannot rest till he good fellows finde1 ,he breaks up house1 turns out of doores his minde4 ,in clothes1 cheap handsomenesse doth bear the bell4 ,wisdome's a trimmer thing than shop e'er gave4 ,say not then1 ,this with that lace will do well2 ,but1 ,this with my discretion will be brave4 ,much curiousnesse is a perpetual wooing2 ,nothing1 with labor2 folly1 long a doing4 99 99 99 99 99 ,when once thy foot enters the church1 be bare4 ,god is more there than thou2 for thou art there ,only by his permission4 ,then beware1 ,and make thyself all reverence and fear4 ,kneeling ne'er spoiled silk stockings2 quit thy state2 ,all equal are within the church's gate4 ,resort to sermons1 but to prayers most3 ,praying's the end of preaching4 ,o1 be drest6 ,stay not for th' other pin3 why thou hast lost ,a joy for it worth worlds4 ,thus hell doth jest ,away thy blessings1 and extremely flout thee1 ,thy clothes being fast1 but thy soul loose about thee4 ,judge not the preacher2 for he is thy judge3 ,if thou mislike him1 thou conceiv'st him not4 ,god calleth preaching folly4 ,do not grudge ,to pick out treasures from an earthen pot4 ,the worst speak something good3 if all want sense1 ,god takes a text1 and preacheth ,pa-ti-ence4 ,,george ,,herbert4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,briefs4 ,,water ,,turned ,,into ,,wine4 ,the conscious water saw its ,god and blushed4 ,,the ,,widow',s ,,mites4 ,two mites1 two drops1 yet all her house and land1 ,fall from a steady heart1 though trembling hand3 ,the other's wanton wealth foams high1 and brave2 ,the other cast away1 she only gave4 ,,two ,,went ,,up ,,to ,,the ,,temple ,,to ,,pray4 ,two went to pray8 ,o1 rather say1 ,one went to brag1 the other to pray2 ,one stands up close and treads on high1 ,where the other dares not lend his eye2 ,one nearer to ,god's altar trod1 ,the other to the altar's ,god4 ,,richard ,,crashaw4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,jewish ,,hymn ,,in ,,babylon4 ,god of the thunder6 from whose cloudy seat ,the fiery winds of ,desolation flow2 ,father of vengeance1 that with purple feet ,like a full wine-press tread'st the world below2 ,the embattled armies wait thy sign to slay1 ,nor springs the beast of havoc on his prey1 ,nor withering ,famine walks his blasted way1 ,till thou hast marked the guilty land for woe4 ,god of the rainbow6 at whose gracious sign ,the billows of the proud their rage suppress2 ,father of mercies6 at one word of thine ,an ,eden blooms in the waste wilderness1 ,and fountains sparkle in the arid sands1 ,and timbrels ring in maidens' glancing hands1 ,and marble cities crown the laughing lands1 ,and pillared temples rise thy name to bless4 ,o'er ,judah's land thy thunders broke1 ,o ,lord6 ,the chariots rattled o'er her sunken gate1 ,her sons were wasted by the ,assyrian's sword1 ,even her foes wept to see her fallen state2 ,and heaps her ivory palaces became1 ,her princes wore the captive's garb of shame1 ,her temples sank amid the smouldering flame1 ,for thou didst ride the tempest cloud of fate4 ,o'er ,judah's land thy rainbow1 ,lord1 shall beam1 ,and the sad ,city lift her crownless head1 ,and songs shall wake and dancing footsteps gleam ,in streets where broods the silence of the dead4 ,the sun shall shine on ,salem's gilded towers1 ,on ,carmel's side our maidens cull the flowers ,to deck at blushing eye their bridal bowers1 ,and angel feet the glittering ,sion tread4 ,thy vengeance gave us to the stranger's hand1 ,and ,abraham's children were led forth for slaves4 ,with fettered steps we left our pleasant land1 ,envying our fathers in their peaceful graves4 ,the strangers' bread with bitter tears we steep1 ,and when our weary eyes should sink to sleep1 ,in the mute midnight we steal forth to weep4 ,where the pale willows shade ,euphrates' waves4 ,the born in sorrow shall bring forth in joy2 ,thy mercy1 ,lord1 shall lead thy children home2 ,he that went forth a tender prattling boy ,yet1 ere he die1 to ,salem's streets shall come2 ,and ,canaan's vines for us their fruit shall bear1 ,and ,hermon's bees their honeyed stores prepare1 ,and we shall kneel again in thankful prayer1 ,where o'er the cherub seated ,god full blazed the irradiate dome4 ,,henry ,,hart ,,milman4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,example4 ,we scatter seeds with careless hand1 ,and dream we ne'er shall see them more2 ,but for a thousand years ,their fruit appears1 ,in weeds that mar the land1 ,or healthful store4 ,the deeds we do1 the words we say1-- ,into still air they seem to fleet1 ,we count them ever past2 ,but they shall last1-- ,in the dread judgment they ,and we shall meet4 ,i charge thee by the years gone by1 ,for the love's sake of brethren dear1 ,keep thou the one true way1 ,in work and play1 ,lest in that world their cry ,of woe thou hear4 ,,john ,,keble4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,small ,,beginnings4 ,a traveller through a dusty road strewed acorns on the lea2 ,and one took root and sprouted up1 and grew into a tree4 ,love sought its shade1 at evening time1 to breath its early vows2 ,and age was pleased1 in heats of noon1 to bask beneath its boughs2 ,the dormouse loved its dangling twigs1 the birds sweet music bore2 ,it stood a glory in its place1 a blessing evermore4 ,a little spring had lost its way amid the grass and fern1 ,a passing stranger scooped a well1 where weary men might turn2 ,he walled it in1 and hung with care a ladle at the brink2 ,he thought not of the deed he did1 but judged that toil might drink4 ,he passed again1 and lo6 the well1 by summers never dried1 ,had cooled ten thousand parching tongues1 and saved a life besides4 ,a dreamer dropped a random thought2 't was old1 and yet 't was new2 ,a simple fancy of the brain1 but strong in being true4 ,it shone upon a genial mind1 and lo6 its light became ,a lamp of life1 a beacon ray1 a monitory flame4 ,the thought was small2 its issue great2 a watch-fire on the hill1 ,it shed its radiance far adown1 and cheers the valley still6 ,a nameless man1 amid the crowd that thronged the daily mart1 ,let fall a word of ,hope and ,love1 unstudied1 from the heart2 ,a whisper on the tumult thrown1--a transitory breath1-- ,it raised a brother from the dust2 it saved a soul from death4 ,o germ6 ,o fount6 ,o word of love6 ,o thought at random cast6 ,ye were but little at the first1 but mighty at the last4 ,,charles ,,mackay4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,rise ,,of ,,man4 ,thou for whose birth the whole creation yearned ,through countless ages of the morning world1 ,who1 first in fiery vapors dimly hurled1 ,next to the senseless crystal slowly turned1 ,then to the plant which grew to something more1-- ,humblest of creatures that draw breath of life1-- ,wherefrom through infinites of patient pain ,came conscious man to reason and adore3 ,shall we be shamed because such things have been1 ,or bate one jot of our ancestral pride8 ,nay1 in thyself art thou not deified ,that from such depths thou couldst such summits win8 ,while the long way behind is prophecy ,of those perfections which are yet to be4 ,,john ,,white ,,chadwick4 99 99 99 99 99 ,i ,,would ,i ,,were ,,an ,,excellent ,,divine4 ,i would ,i were an excellent divine4 ,that had the ,bible at my fingers' ends2 ,that men might hear out of this mouth of mine ,how ,god doth make his enemies his friends2 ,rather than with a thundering and long prayer ,be led into presumption1 or despair4 ,this would ,i be1 and would none other be1 ,but a religious servant of my ,god2 ,and know there is none other ,god but he4 ,and willingly to suffer mercy's rod1-- ,joy in his grace1 and live but in his love1 ,and seek my bliss but in the world above4 ,and ,i would frame a kind of faithful prayer1 ,for all estates within the state of grace1 ,that careful love might never know despair4 ,nor servile fear might faithful love deface2 ,and this would ,i both day and night devise ,to make my humble spirit's exercise4 ,and ,i would read the rules of sacred life2 ,persuade the troubled soul to patience2 ,the husband care1 and comfort to the wife1 ,to child and servant due obedience2 ,faith to the friend1 and to the neighbor peace1 ,that love might live1 and quarrels all might cease4 ,prayer for the health of all that are diseased1 ,confession unto all that are convicted1 ,and patience unto all that are displeased1 ,and comfort unto all that are afflicted1 ,and mercy unto all that have offended1 ,and grace to all1 that all may be amended4 ,,nicholas ,,breton4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,pastor',s ,,reverie4 ,the pastor sits in his easy-chair1 ,with the ,bible upon his knee4 ,from gold to purple the clouds in the west ,are changing momently2 ,the shadows lie in the valleys below1 ,and hide in the curtain's fold2 ,and the page grows dim whereon he reads1 ,i remember the days of old4 ,not clear nor dark1 as the ,scripture saith1 ,the pastor's memories are2 ,no day that is gone was shadowless1 ,no night was without its star2 ,but mingled bitter and sweet hath been ,the portion of his cup3 ,the hand that in love hath smitten1 he saith1 ,in love hath bound us up4 ,fleet flies his thoughts over many a field ,of stubble and snow and bloom1 ,and now it trips through a festival1 ,and now it halts at a tomb2 ,young faces smile in his reverie1 ,of those that are young no more1 ,and voices are heard that only come ,with the winds from a far-off shore4 ,he thinks of the day when first1 with fear ,and faltering lips1 he stood ,to speak in the sacred place the ,word ,to the waiting multitude2 ,he walks again to the house of ,god ,with the voice of joy and praise1 ,with many whose feet long time have pressed ,heaven's safe and blessd ways4 ,he enters again the homes of toil1 ,and joins in the homely chat2 ,he stands in the shop of the artisan2 ,he sits1 where the ,master sat1 ,at the poor man's fire and the rich man's feast4 ,but who to-day are the poor1 ,and who are the rich8 ,ask him who keeps ,the treasures that ever endure4 ,once more the green and the grove resound ,with the merry children's din2 ,he hears their shout at the ,christmas tide1 ,when ,santa ,claus stalks in4 ,once more he lists while the camp-fire roars ,on the distant mountain-side1 ,or1 proving apostleship1 plies the brook ,where the fierce young troutlings hide4 ,and now he beholds the wedding train ,to the altar slowly move1 ,and the solemn words are said that seal ,the sacrament of love4 ,anon at the font he meets once more ,the tremulous youthful pair1 ,with a white-robed cherub crowing response ,to the consecrating prayer4 ,by the couch of pain he kneels again2 ,again1 the thin hand lies ,cold in his palm1 while the last far look ,steals into the steadfast eyes2 ,and now the burden of hearts that break ,lies heavy upon his own-- ,the widow's woe and the orphan's cry ,and the desolate mother's moan4 ,so blithe and glad1 so heavy and sad1 ,are the days that are no more1 ,so mournfully sweet are the sounds that float ,with the winds from a far-off shore4 ,for the pastor has learned what meaneth the word ,that is given him to keep1-- ,rejoice with them that do rejoice1 ,and weep with them that weep4 ,it is not in vain that he has trod ,this lonely and toilsome way4 ,it is not in vain that he has wrought ,in the vineyard all the day2 ,for the soul that gives is the soul that lives1 ,and bearing another's load ,doth lighten your own and shorten the way1 ,and brighten the homeward road4 ,,washington ,,gladden4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,two ,,rabbis4 ,the ,rabbi ,nathan1 twoscore years and ten1 ,walked blameless through the evil world1 and then ,just as the almond blossomed in his hair1 ,met a temptation all too strong to bear1 ,and miserably sinned4 ,so1 adding not ,falsehood to guilt1 he left his seat1 and taught ,no more among the elders1 but went out ,from the great congregation girt about ,with sackcloth1 and with ashes on his head1 ,making his gray locks grayer4 ,long he prayed1 ,smiting his breast2 then1 as the ,book he laid ,open before him for the ,bath-,col's choice1 ,pausing to hear that ,daughter of a ,voice1 ,behold the royal preacher's words3 ,a friend ,loveth at all times1 yea1 unto the end2 ,and for the evil day thy brother lives4 ,marvelling1 he said3 ,it is the ,lord who gives ,counsel in need4 ,at ,ecbatana dwells ,rabbi ,ben ,isaac1 who all men excels ,in righteousness and wisdom1 as the trees ,of ,lebanon the small weeds that the bees ,bow with their weight4 ,i will arise and lay ,my sins before him4 ,and he went his way ,barefooted1 fasting long1 with many prayers2 ,but even as one who1 followed unawares1 ,suddenly in the darkness feels a hand ,thrill with its touch his own1 and his cheek fanned ,by odors subtly sweet1 and whispers near ,of words he loathes1 yet cannot choose but hear1 ,so1 while the ,rabbi journeyed1 chanting low ,the wail of ,david's penitential woe1 ,before him still the old temptation came1 ,and mocked him with the motion and the shame ,of such desires that1 shuddering1 he abhorred ,himself2 and1 crying mightily to the ,lord ,to free his soul and cast the demon out1 ,smote with his staff the blackness round about4 ,at length1 in the low light of a spent day1 ,the towers of ,ecbatana far away ,rose on the desert's rim2 and ,nathan1 faint ,and footsore1 pausing where for some dead saint ,the faith of ,islam reared a domd tomb1 ,saw some one kneeling in the shadow1 whom ,he greeted kindly3 ,may the ,holy ,one ,answer thy prayers1 ,o stranger6 ,whereupon ,the shape stood up with a loud cry1 and then1 ,clasped in each other's arms1 the two gray men ,wept1 praising him whose gracious providence ,made their paths one4 ,but straightway1 as the sense ,of his transgression smote him1 ,nathan tore ,himself away3 ,o friend beloved1 no more ,worthy am ,i to touch thee1 for ,i came1 ,foul from my sins to tell thee all my shame4 ,haply thy prayers1 since naught availeth mine1 ,may purge my soul1 and make it white like thine4 ,pity me1 ,o ,ben ,isaac1 ,i have sinned6 ,awestruck ,ben ,isaac stood4 ,the desert wind ,blew his long mantle backward1 laying bare ,the mournful secret of his shirt of hair4 ,i too1 ,o friend1 if not in act1 he said1 ,in thought have verily sinned4 ,hast thou not read1 ',better the eye should see than that desire ,should wander'8 ,burning with a hidden fire ,that tears and prayers quench not1 ,i come to thee ,for pity and for help1 as thou to me4 ,pray for me1 ,o my friend6 ,but ,nathan cried1 ,pray thou for me1 ,ben ,isaac6 ,side by side ,in the low sunshine by the turban stone ,they knelt2 each made his brother's woe his own1 ,forgetting1 in the agony and stress ,of pitying love1 his claim of selfishness2 ,peace1 for his friend besought1 his own became2 ,his prayers were answered in another's name2 ,and1 when at last they rose up to embrace1 ,each saw ,god's pardon in his brother's face6 ,long after1 when his headstone gathered moss1 ,traced on the targum-marge of ,onkelos ,in ,rabbi ,nathan's hand these words were read3 ,hope not the cure of sin till ,self is dead2 ,forget it in love's service1 and the debt ,thou canst not pay the angels shall forget2 ,heaven's gate is shut to him who comes alone2 ,save thou a soul1 and it shall save thy own6 ,,john ,,greenleaf ,,whittier4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,judge ,,not4 ,judge not2 the workings of his brain ,and of his heart thou canst not see2 ,what looks to thy dim eyes a stain1 ,in ,god's pure light may only be ,a scar1 brought from some well-won field1 ,where thou wouldst only faint and yield4 ,the look1 the air1 that frets thy sight ,may be a token that below ,the soul has closed in deadly fight ,with some infernal fiery foe1 ,whose glance would scorch thy smiling grace ,and cast thee shuddering on thy face6 ,the fall thou darest to despise1-- ,may be the angel's slackened hand ,has suffered it1 that he may rise ,and take a firmer1 surer stand2 ,or1 trusting less to earthly things1 ,may henceforth learn to use his wings4 ,and judge none lost2 but wait and see1 ,with hopeful pity1 not disdain2 ,the depth of the abyss may be ,the measure of the height of pain ,and love and glory that may raise ,this soul to ,god in after days6 ,,adelaide ,,anne ,,procter4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,to ,,the ,,unco ,,guid4 ,my son1 these maxims make a rule ,and lump them aye thegither3 ,the ,rigid ,righteous is a fool1 ,the ,rigid ,wise anither3 ,the cleanest corn that e'er was dight ,may hae some pyles o' caff in2 ,sae ne'er a fellow-creature slight ,for random fits o' daffin4 --,,solomon1 ,ecclesiastes vii4 #af4 ,o ye wha are sae guid yoursel'1 ,sae pious and sae holy1 ,ye've nought to do but mark and tell ,your neebor's fauts and folly3-- ,whase life is like a weel-gaun mill1 ,supplied wi' store o' water4 ,the heapt happer's ebbing still1 ,and still the clap plays clatter4 ,hear me1 ye venerable core1 ,as counsel for poor mortals1 ,that frequent pass douce ,wisdom's door1 ,for glaikit ,folly's portals6 ,i1 for their thoughtless1 careless sakes1 ,would here propone defences1 ,their donsie tricks1 their black mistakes1 ,their failings and mischances4 ,ye see your state wi' theirs compared1 ,and shudder at the niffer2 ,but cast a moment's fair regard1 ,what makes the mighty differ8 ,discount what scant occasion gave ,that purity ye pride in1 ,and 7what's aft mair than a' the lave7 ,your better art o' hidin'4 ,think1 when your castigated pulse ,gies now and then a wallop1 ,what ragings must his veins convulse1 ,that still eternal gallop3 ,wi' wind and tide fair i' your tail1 ,right on ye scud your sea-way2 ,but in the teeth o' baith to sail1 ,it makes an unco leeway4 ,see ,social life and ,glee sit down1 ,all joyous and unthinking1 ,till1 quite transmugrified1 they're grown ,debauchery and ,drinking3 ,o1 would they stay to calculate ,the eternal consequences2 ,or your mortal dreaded hell to state1 ,damnation of expenses6 ,ye high1 exalted1 virtuous dames1 ,tied up in godly laces1 ,before ye gie poor ,frailty names1 ,suppose a change o' cases2 ,a dear-loved lad1 convenience snug1 ,a treacherous inclination1-- ,but1 let me whisper i' your lug1 ,ye 're aiblins nae temptation4 ,then gently scan your brother man1 ,still gentler sister woman2 ,though they may gang a kennin' wrang1 ,to step aside is human4 ,one point must still be greatly dark1 ,the moving why they do it2 ,and just as lamely can ye mark ,how far perhaps they rue it4 ,who made the heart1 't is ,he alone ,decidedly can try us2 ,he knows each chord1--its various tone1 ,each spring1--its various bias3 ,then at the balance let's be mute1 ,we never can adjust it2 ,what's done we partly may compute1 ,but know not what's resisted4 ,,robert ,,burns4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,stone ,,the ,,woman1 ,,let ,,the ,,man ,,go ,,free4 ,yes1 stone the woman1 let the man go free6 ,draw back your skirts1 lest they perchance may touch ,her garment as she passes2 but to him ,put forth a willing hand to clasp with his ,that led her to destruction and disgrace4 ,shut up from her the sacred ways of toil1 ,that she no more may win an honest meal2 ,but ope to him all honorable paths ,where he may win distinction2 give to him ,fair1 pressed-down measures of life's sweetest joys4 ,pass her1 ,o maiden1 with a pure1 proud face1 ,if she puts out a poor1 polluted palm2 ,but lay thy hand in his on bridal day1 ,and swear to cling to him with wifely love ,and tender reverence4 ,trust him who led ,a sister woman to a fearful fate4 ,yes1 stone the woman1 let the man go free6 ,let one soul suffer for the guilt of two-- ,it is the doctrine of a hurried world1 ,too out of breath for holding balances ,where nice distinctions and injustices ,are calmly weighed4 ,but ah1 how will it be ,on that strange day of fire and flame1 ,when men shall wither with a mystic fear1 ,and all shall stand before the one true ,judge8 ,shall sex make then a difference in sin8 ,shall ,he1 the ,searcher of the hidden heart1 ,in ,his eternal and divine decree ,condemn the woman and forgive the man8 ,,anonymous4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,in ,,prison4 ,god pity the wretched prisoners1 ,in their lonely cells to-day6 ,whatever the sins that tripped them1 ,god pity them6 still ,i say4 ,only a strip of sunshine1 ,cleft by rusty bars2 ,only a patch of azure1 ,only a cluster of stars2 ,only a barren future1 ,to starve their hope upon2 ,only stinging memories ,of a past that's better gone2 ,only scorn from women4 ,only hate from men1 ,only remorse to whisper ,of a life that might have been4 ,once they were little children4 ,and perhaps their unstained feet ,were led by a gentle mother ,toward the golden street2 ,therefore1 if in life's forest ,they since have lost their way1 ,for the sake of her who loved them1 ,god pity them6 still ,i say4 ,o mothers gone to heaven6 ,with earnest heart ,i ask ,that your eyes may not look earthward ,on the failure of your task4 ,for even in those mansions ,the choking tears would rise1 ,though the fairest hand in heaven ,would wipe them from your eyes6 ,and you1 who judge so harshly1 ,are you sure the stumbling-stone ,that tripped the feet of others ,might not have bruised your own8 ,are you sure the sad-faced angel ,who writes our errors down ,will ascribe to you more honor ,than him on whom you frown8 ,or1 if a steadier purpose ,unto your life is given2 ,a stronger will to conquer1 ,a smoother path to heaven2 ,if1 when temptations meet you1 ,you crush them with a smile2 ,if you can chain pale passion ,and keep your lips from guile2 ,then bless the hand that crowned you1 ,remembering1 as you go1 ',t was not your own endeavor ,that shaped your nature so2 ,and sneer not at the weakness ,which made a brother fall1 ,for the hand that lifts the fallen1 ,god loves the best of all6 ,and pray for the wretched prisoners ,all over the land to-day1 ,that a holy hand in pity ,may wipe their guilt away4 ,,may ,,riley ,,smith4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,conscience ,,and ,,remorse4 ,good-bye1 ,i said to my ,conscience-- ,good-bye for aye and aye2 ,and ,i put her hands off harshly1 ,and turned my face away3 ,and ,conscience1 smitten sorely1 ,returned not from that day4 ,but a time came when my spirit ,grew weary of its pace3 ,and ,i cried1 ,come back1 my ,conscience1 ,i long to see thy face2 ,but ,conscience cried1 ,i cannot1-- ,remorse sits in my place4 ,,paul ,,lawrence ,,dunbar4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,found ,,wanting4 ,belshazzar had a letter1-- ,he never had but one2 ,belshazzar's correspondent ,concluded and begun ,in that immortal copy ,the conscience of us all ,can read without its glasses ,on revelation's wall4 ,,emily ,,dickinson4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,dallying ,,with ,,temptation4 ,,from ,,the ,,first ,,part ,,of ,,wallenstein1 ,,act ,,iii4 ,,sc4 #d4 ,wallenstein 7in soliloquy74 ,is it possible8 ,is't so8 ,i can no longer what ,i would6 ,no longer draw back at my liking6 ,i ,must do the deed1 because ,i thought of it1 ,and fed this heart here with a dream6 ,because ,i did not scowl temptation from my presence1 ,dallied with thought of possible fulfilment1 ,commenced no movement1 left all time uncertain1 ,and only kept the road1 the access open6 ,by the great ,god of ,heaven6 ,it was not ,my serious meaning1 it was ne'er resolve4 ,i but amused myself with thinking of it4 ,the free-will tempted me1 the power to do ,or not to do it4--,was it criminal ,to make the fancy minister to hope1 ,to fill the air with pretty toys of air1 ,and clutch fantastic sceptres moving t'ward me8 ,was not the will kept free8 ,beheld ,i not ,the road of duty clear beside me--but ,one little step and once more ,i was in it6 ,where am ,i8 ,whither have ,i been transported8 ,no road1 no track behind one1 but a wall1 ,impenetrable1 insurmountable1 ,rises obedient to the spells ,i muttered ,and meant not--my own doings tower behind me4 ,,samuel ,,taylor ,,coleridge4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,easy ,,to ,,drift4 ,easy to drift to the open sea1 ,the tides are eager and swift and strong1 ,and whistling and free are the rushing winds1-- ,but ,o1 to get back is hard and long4 ,easy as told in ,arabian tale1 ,to free from his jar the evil sprite ,till he rises like smoke to stupendous size1-- ,but ,o1 nevermore can we prison him tight4 ,easy as told in an ,english tale1 ,to fashion a ,frankenstein1 body and soul1 ,and breathe in his bosom a breath of life1-- ,but ,o1 we create what we cannot control4 ,easy to drift to the sea of doubt1 ,easy to hurt what we cannot heal1 ,easy to rouse what we cannot soothe1 ,easy to speak what we do not feel1 ,easy to show what we ought to conceal1 ,easy to think that fancy is fate1-- ,and ,o1 the wisdom that comes too late6 ,,oliver ,,huckel4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,frankford',s ,,soliloquy4 ,,from ,a ,,woman ,,killed ,,with ,,kindness ,o ,god6 ,o ,god6 that it were possible ,to undo things done2 to call back yesterday6 ,that time could turn up his swift sandy glass1 ,to untell the days1 and to redeem these hours6 ,or that the sun ,could1 rising from the ,west1 draw his coach backward1-- ,take from the account of time so many minutes4 ,till he had all these seasons called again1 ,these minutes and these actions done in them4 ,,thomas ,,heywood4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,conscience4 ,,from ,,satire ,,xiii4 ,the ,spartan rogue who1 boldly bent on fraud1 ,dared ask the god to sanction and applaud1 ,and sought for counsel at the ,pythian shrine1 ,received for answer from the lips divine1-- ,that he who doubted to restore his trust1 ,and reasoned much1 reluctant to be just1 ,should for those doubts and that reluctance prove ,the deepest vengeance of the powers above4 ,the tale declares that not pronounced in vain ,came forth the warning from the sacred fane3 ,ere long no branch of that devoted race ,could mortal man on soil of ,sparta trace6 ,thus but intended mischief1 stayed in time1 ,had all the mortal guilt of finished crime4 ,if such his fate who yet but darkly dares1 ,whose guilty purpose yet no act declares1 ,what were it1 done6 ,ah6 now farewell to peace6 ,ne'er on this earth his soul's alarms shall cease6 ,held in the mouth that languid fever burns1 ,his tasteless food he indolently turns2 ,on ,alba's oldest stock his soul shall pine6 ,forth from his lips he spits the joyless wine6 ,nor all the nectar of the hills shall now ,or glad the heart1 or smooth the wrinkled brow6 ,while o'er the couch his aching limbs are cast1 ,if care permit the brief repose at last1 ,lo6 there the altar and the fane abused6 ,or darkly shadowed forth in dream confused1 ,while the damp brow betrays the inward storm1 ,before him flits thy aggravated form6 ,then as new fears o'er all his senses press1 ,unwilling words the guilty truth confess6 ,these1 these be they whom secret terrors try4 ,when muttered thunders shake the lurid sky2 ,whose deadly paleness now the gloom conceals ,and now the vivid flash anew reveals4 ,no storm as ,nature's casualty they hold4 ,they deem without an aim no thunders rolled2 ,where'er the lightning strikes1 the flash is thought ,judicial fire1 with ,heaven's high vengeance fraught4 ,passes this by1 with yet more anxious ear ,and greater dread1 each future storm they fear2 ,in burning vigil1 deadliest foe to sleep1 ,in their distempered frame if fever keep1 ,or the pained side their wonted rest prevent1 ,behold some incensed god his bow has bent6 ,all pains1 all aches1 are stones and arrows hurled ,at bold offenders in this nether world6 ,from them no crested cock acceptance meets6 ,their lamb before the altar vainly bleats6 ,can pardoning ,heaven on guilty sickness smile8 ,or is there victim than itself more vile8 ,where steadfast virtue dwells not in the breast1 ,man is a wavering creature at the best6 ,from the ,latin of ,,juvenal4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,foolish ,,virgins4 ,the ,queen looked up1 and said1 ,o maiden1 if indeed you list to sing1 ,sing1 and unbind my heart1 that ,i may weep4 ,whereat full willingly sang the little maid3 ,late1 late1 so late6 and dark the night and chill6 ,late1 late1 so late6 but we can enter still4 ,too late1 too late6 ,ye cannot enter now4 ,no light had we3 for that we do repent2 ,and learning this1 the bridegroom will relent4 ,too late1 too late6 ,ye cannot enter now4 ,no light2 so late6 and dark and chill the night6 ,o1 let us in1 that we may find the light6 ,too late1 too late6 ,ye cannot enter now4 ,have we not heard the bridegroom is so sweet8 ,o1 let us in1 though late1 to kiss his feet6 ,no1 no1 too late6 ,ye cannot enter now4 ,so sang the novice1 while full passionately1 ,her head upon her hands1 wept the sad ,queen4 ,,alfred1 ,,lord ,,tennyson4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,up ,,hill4 ,does the road wind up hill all the way8 ,yes1 to the very end4 ,will the day's journey take the whole long day8 ,from morn to night1 my friend4 ,but is there for the night a resting-place8 ,a roof for when the slow dark hours begin4 ,may not the darkness hide it from my face8 ,you cannot miss that inn4 ,shall ,i meet other wayfarers at night8 ,those who have gone before4 ,then must ,i knock1 or call when just in sight8 ,they will not keep you standing at that door4 ,shall ,i find comfort1 travel-sore and weak8 ,of labor you shall find the sum4 ,will there be beds for me and all who seek8 ,yea1 beds for all who come4 ,,christina ,g4 ,,rossetti4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,per ,,pacem ,,ad ,,lucem4 ,i do not ask1 ,o ,lord1 that life may be ,a pleasant road2 ,i do not ask that ,thou wouldst take from me ,aught of its load2 ,i do not ask that flowers should always spring ,beneath my feet2 ,i know too well the poison and the sting ,of things too sweet4 ,for one thing only1 ,lord1 dear ,lord1 ,i plead1 ,lead me aright-- ,though strength should falter1 and though heart should bleed-- ,through ,peace to ,light4 ,i do not ask1 ,o ,lord1 that thou shouldst shed ,full radiance here2 ,give but a ray of peace1 that ,i may tread ,without a fear4 ,i do not ask my cross to understand1 ,my way to see2 ,better in darkness just to feel ,thy hand ,and follow ,thee4 ,joy is like restless day2 but peace divine ,like quiet night3 ,lead me1 ,o ,lord1--till perfect ,day shall shine1 ,through ,peace to ,light4 ,,adelaide ,,anne ,,procter4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,on ,,his ,,blindness4 ,when ,i consider how my light is spent ,ere half my days1 in this dark world and wide1 ,and that one talent1 which is death to hide1 ,lodged with me useless1 though my soul more bent ,to serve therewith my ,maker1 and present ,my true account1 lest he returning chide2 ,doth ,god exact day-labor1 light denied8 ,i fondly ask4 ,but ,patience1 to prevent ,that murmur1 soon replies1 ,god doth not need ,either man's work or his own gifts2 who best ,bear his mild yoke1 they serve him best3 his state ,is kingly2 thousands at his bidding speed1 ,and post o'er land and ocean without rest2 ,they also serve who only stand and wait4 ,,milton4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,martyrs' ,,hymn4 ,flung to the heedless winds1 ,or on the waters cast1 ,the martyrs' ashes1 watched1 ,shall gathered be at last2 ,and from that scattered dust1 ,around us and abroad1 ,shall spring a plenteous seed ,of witnesses for ,god4 ,the ,father hath received ,their latest living breath2 ,and vain is ,satan's boast ,of victory in their death2 ,still1 still1 though dead1 they speak1 ,and1 trumpet-tongued1 proclaim ,to many a wakening land ,the one availing name4 ,from the ,german of ,,martin ,,luther4 ,translation of ,w4,j4 ,,fox4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,pilgrimage4 ,give me my scallop-shell of quiet1 ,my staff of faith to walk upon1 ,my scrip of joy1 immortal diet1 ,my bottle of salvation1 ,my gown of glory1 hope's true gauge2 ,and thus ,i'll take my pilgrimage6 ,blood must be my body's balmer1 ,no other balm will there be given2 ,whilst my soul1 like quiet palmer1 ,travelleth towards the land of ,heaven1 ,over the silver mountains ,where spring the nectar fountains3 ,there will ,i kiss ,the bowl of bliss1 ,and drink mine everlasting fill ,upon every milken hill4 ,my soul will be a-dry before1 ,but after1 it will thirst no more4 ,then by that happy1 blissful day1 ,more peaceful pilgrims ,i shall see1 ,that have cast off their rags of clay1 ,and walk apparelled fresh like me4 ,i'll take them first ,to quench their thirst1 ,and taste of nectar's suckets ,at those clear wells ,where sweetness dwells ,drawn up by saints in crystal buckets4 ,and when our bottles and all we ,are filled with immortality1 ,then the blest paths we'll travel1 ,strewed with rubies thick as gravel1-- ,ceilings of diamonds1 sapphire floors4 ,high walls of coral1 and pearly bowers4 ,from thence to ,heaven's bribeless hall1 ,where no corrupted voices brawl2 ,no conscience molten into gold1 ,no forged accuser1 bought or sold1 ,no cause deferred1 no vain-spent journey1 ,for there ,christ is the ,king's ,attorney2 ,who pleads for all without degrees1 ,and he hath angels1 but no fees2 ,and when the grand twelve-million jury ,of our sins1 with direful fury1 ',gainst our souls black verdicts give1 ,christ pleads his death1 and then we live4 ,be thou my speaker1 taintless pleader1 ,unblotted lawyer1 true proceeder6 ,thou giv'st salvation even for alms1-- ,not with a bribed lawyer's palms4 ,and this is mine eternal plea ,to ,him that made heaven1 earth1 and sea'1 ,that1 since my flesh must die so soon1 ,and want a head to dine next noon1 ,just at the stroke when my veins start and spread4 ,set on my soul an everlasting head3 ,then am ,i1 like a palmer1 fit ,to tread those blest paths which before ,i writ4 ,of death and judgment1 heaven and hell1 ,who oft doth think1 must needs die well4 ,,sir ,,walter ,,raleigh4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,master',s ,,touch4 ,in the still air the music lies unheard2 ,in the rough marble beauty hides unseen3 ,to make the music and the beauty1 needs ,the master's touch1 the sculptor's chisel keen4 ,great ,master1 touch us with thy skilful hand2 ,let not the music that is in us die6 ,great ,sculptor1 hew and polish us2 nor let1 ,hidden and lost1 thy form within us lie6 ,spare not the stroke6 do with us as thou wilt6 ,let there be naught unfinished1 broken1 marred2 ,complete thy purpose1 that we may become ,thy perfect image1 thou our ,god and ,lord6 ,,horatius ,,bonar4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,faithful ,,angel4 ,,from ,,paradise ,,lost1 ,,book ,v4 ,the seraph ,abdiel1 faithful found ,among the faithless1 faithful only he2 ,among innumerable false1 unmoved1 ,unshaken1 unseduced1 unterrified1 ,his loyalty he kept1 his love1 his zeal2 ,nor number1 nor example with him wrought ,to swerve from truth1 or change his constant mind1 ,though single4 ,from amidst them forth he passed1 ,long way through hostile scorn1 which he sustained ,superior1 nor of violence feared aught2 ,and with retorted scorn his back he turned ,on those proud towers to swift destruction doomed4 ,,milton4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,low ,,spirits4 ,fever and fret and aimless stir ,and disappointed strife1 ,all chafing1 unsuccessful things1 ,make up the sum of life4 ,love adds anxiety to toil1 ,and sameness doubles cares4 ,while one unbroken chain of work ,the flagging temper wears4 ,the light and air are dulled with smoke3 ,the streets resound with noise2 ,and the soul sinks to see its peers ,chasing their joyless joys4 ,voices are round me2 smiles are near2 ,kind welcomes to be had2 ,and yet my spirit is alone1 ,fretful1 outworn1 and sad4 ,a weary actor1 ,i would fain ,be quit of my long part2 ,the burden of unquiet life ,lies heavy on my heart4 ,sweet thought of ,god6 now do thy work ,as thou hast done before2 ,wake up1 and tears will wake with thee1 ,and the dull mood be o'er4 ,the very thinking of the thought ,without or praise or prayer1 ,gives light to know1 and life to do1 ,and marvellous strength to bear4 ,oh1 there is music in that thought1 ,unto a heart unstrung1 ,like sweet bells at the evening time1 ,most musically rung4 ',tis not his justice or his power1 ,beauty or blest abode1 ,but the mere unexpanded thought ,of the eternal ,god4 ,it is not of his wondrous works1 ,not even that he is2 ,words fail it1 but it is a thought ,which by itself is bliss4 ,sweet thought1 lie closer to my heart6 ,that ,i may feel thee near1 ,as one who for his weapon feels ,in some nocturnal fear4 ,mostly in hours of gloom thou com'st1 ,when sadness makes us lowly1 ,as though thou wert the echo sweet ,of humble melancholy4 ,i bless thee4 ,lord1 for this kind check ,to spirits over free6 ,more helpless need of thee6 ,and for all things that make me feel ,,frederick ,,william ,,faber4 99 99 99 99 99 ,i ,,saw ,,thee4 ,when thou wast under the fig-tree1 ,i saw thee4 ,i ,saw thee when1 as twilight fell1 ,and evening lit her fairest star1 ,thy footsteps sought yon quiet dell1 ,the world's confusion left afar4 ,i saw thee when thou stood'st alone1 ,where drooping branches thick o'erhung1 ,thy still retreat to all unknown1 ,hid in deep shadows darkly flung4 ,i saw thee when1 as died each sound ,of bleating flock or woodland bird1 ,kneeling1 as if on holy ground1 ,thy voice the listening silence heard4 ,i saw thy calm1 uplifted eyes1 ,and marked the heaving of thy breast1 ,when rose to heaven thy heartfelt sighs ,for purer life1 for perfect rest4 ,i saw the light that o'er thy face ,stole with a soft1 suffusing glow1 ,as if1 within1 celestial grace ,breathed the same bliss that angels know4 ,i saw--what thou didst not--above ,thy lowly head an open heaven2 ,and tokens of thy ,father's love ,with smiles to thy rapt spirit given4 ,i saw thee from that sacred spot ,with firm and peaceful soul depart2 ,i1 ,jesus1 saw thee1--doubt it not1-- ,and read the secrets of thy heart6 ,,ray ,,palmer4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,losse ,,in ,,delayes4 ,shun delayes1 they breed remorse1 ,take thy time while time doth serve thee1 ,creeping snayles have weakest force1 ,flie their fault1 lest thou repent thee4 ,good is best when soonest wrought1 ,lingering labours come to nought4 ,hoyse up sayle while gale doth last1 ,tide and winde stay no man's pleasure2 ,seek not time when time is past1 ,sober speede is wisdome's leasure4 ,after-wits are dearely bought1 ,let thy fore-wit guide thy thought4 ,time weares all his locks before1 ,take thou hold upon his forehead2 ,when he flies1 he turnes no more1 ,and behind his scalpe is naked4 ,workes adjourned have many stayes1 ,long demurres breed new delayes4 ,seeke thy salve while sore is greene1 ,festered wounds aske deeper launcing2 ,after-cures are seldome seene1 ,often sought1 scarce ever chancing4 ,time and place gives best advice4 ,out of season1 out of price4 ,crush the serpent in the head1 ,breake ill eggs ere they be hatched3 ,kill bad chickens in the tread2 ,fledged1 they hardly can be catched3 ,in the rising stifle ill1 ,lest it grow against thy will4 ,drops do pierce the stubborn flint1 ,not by force1 but often falling2 ,custome kills with feeble dint4 ,more by use than strength prevailing3 ,single sands have little weight1 ,many make a drowning freight4 ,tender twigs are bent with ease1 ,aged trees do breake with bending2 ,young desires make little prease1 ,growth doth make them past amending4 ,happie man that soon doth knocke1 ,babel's babes against the rocke4 ,,robert ,,southwell4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,seed ,,growing ,,secretly4 ,dear1 secret greenness6 nurst below ,tempests and winds and winter nights6 ,vex not1 that but ,one sees thee grow2 ,that ,one made all these lesser lights4 ,what needs a conscience calm and bright ,within itself1 an outward test8 ,who breaks his glass1 to take more light1 ,makes way for storms into his rest4 ,then bless thy secret growth1 nor catch ,at noise1 but thrive unseen and dumb2 ,keep clean1 bear fruit1 earn life1 and watch ,till the white-winged reapers come6 ,,henry ,,vaughan4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,patience4 ,she hath no beauty in her face ,unless the chastened sweetness there1 ,and meek long-suffering1 yield a grace ,to make her mournful features fair3-- ,shunned by the gay1 the proud1 the young1 ,she roams through dim1 unsheltered ways2 ,nor lover's vow1 nor flatterer's tongue ,brings music to her sombre days3-- ,at best her skies are clouded o'er1 ,and oft she fronts the stinging sleet1 ,or feels on some tempestuous shore ,the storm-waves lash her naked feet4 ,where'er she strays1 or musing stands ,by lonesome beach1 by turbulent mart1 ,we see her pale1 half-tremulous hands ,crossed humbly o'er her aching heart6 ,within1 a secret pain she bears1-- pain too deep to feel the balm ,an ,april spirit finds in tears2 ,alas6 all cureless griefs are calm6 ,yet in her passionate strength supreme1 ,despair beyond her pathway flies1 ,awed by the softly steadfast beam ,of sad1 but heaven-enamored eyes6 ,who pause to greet her1 vaguely seem ,touched by fine wafts of holier air2 ,as those who in some mystic dream ,talk with the angels unaware6 ,,paul ,,hamilton ,,hayne4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,sometime4 ,sometime1 when all life's lessons have been learned1 ,and sun and stars forevermore have set1 ,the things o'er which our weak judgments here have spurned1 ,the things o'er which we grieved with lashes wet1 ,will flash before us1 out of life's dark night1 ,as stars shine most in deeper tints of blue2 ,and we shall see how all ,god's plans are right1 ,and how what seems reproof was love most true4 ,and we shall see how1 while we frown and sigh1 ,god's plans go on as best for you and me2 ,how1 when we called1 he heeded not our cry1 ,because his wisdom to the end could see4 ,and e'en as prudent parents disallow ,too much of sweet to craving babyhood1 ,so ,god1 perhaps1 is keeping from us now ,life's sweetest things1 because it seemeth good4 ,and if sometimes1 commingled with life's wine1 ,we find the wormwood1 and rebel and shrink1 ,be sure a wiser hand than yours or mine ,pours out this potion for our lips to drink4 ,and if some friend we love is lying low1 ,where human kisses cannot reach his face1 ,oh1 do not blame the loving ,father so1 ,but wear your sorrow with obedient grace6 ,and you shall shortly know that lengthened breath ,is not the sweetest gift ,god sends his friend1 ,and that1 sometimes1 the sable pall of death ,conceals the fairest bloom his love can send4 ,if we could push ajar the gates of life1 ,and stand within1 and all ,god's workings see1 ,we could interpret all this doubt and strife1 ,and for each mystery could find a key4 ,but not to-day4 ,then be content1 poor heart6 ,god's plans like lilies pure and white unfold4 ,we must not tear the close-shut leaves apart1 ,time will reveal the calyxes of gold4 ,and if1 through patient toil1 we reach the land ,where tired feet1 with sandals loosed1 may rest1 ,when we shall clearly know and understand1 ,i think that we will say1 ,god knew the best6 ,,may ,,riley ,,smith4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,father1 ,,thy ,,will ,,be ,,done6 ,he sendeth sun1 he sendeth shower1 ,alike they're needful for the flower2 ,and joys and tears alike are sent ,to give the soul fit nourishment3 ,as comes to me or cloud or sun1 ,father1 thy will1 not mine1 be done6 ,can loving children e'er reprove ,with murmurs whom they trust and love8 ,creator1 ,i would ever be ,a trusting1 loving child to thee3 ,as comes to me or cloud or sun1 ,father1 thy will1 not mine1 be done6 ,oh1 ne'er will ,i at life repine2 ,enough that thou hast made it mine2 ,when falls the shadow cold of death1 ,i yet will sing with parting breath3 ,as comes to me or shade or sun1 ,father1 thy will1 not mine1 be done6 ,,sarah ,,flower ,,adams4 ,,vi4 ,,death3 ,,immortality3 ,,heaven4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,prospect4 ,methinks we do as fretful children do1 ,leaning their faces on the window-pane ,to sigh the glass dim with their own breath's stain1 ,and shut the sky and landscape from their view2 ,and1 thus1 alas6 since ,god the maker drew ,a mystic separation 'twixt those twain1-- ,the life beyond us and our souls in pain1-- ,we miss the prospect which we are called unto ,by grief we are fools to use4 ,be still and strong1 ,o man1 my brother6 hold thy sobbing breath1 ,and keep thy soul's large windows pure from wrong2 ,that so1 as life's appointment issueth1 ,thy vision may be clear to watch along ,the sunset consummation-lights of death4 ,,elizabeth ,,barrett ,,browning4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,lost ,,pleiad4 ,not in the sky1 ,where it was seen1 ,nor on the white tops of the glistening wave1 ,nor in the mansions of the hidden deep1-- ,though green1 ,and beautiful1 its caves of mystery2-- ,shall the bright watcher have ,a place1 and as of old high station keep4 ,gone1 gone6 ,oh1 never more to cheer ,the mariner who holds his course alone ,on the ,atlantic1 through the weary night1 ,when the stars turn to watchers1 and do sleep1 ,shall it appear1 ,with the sweet fixedness of certain light1 ,down-shining on the shut eyes of the deep4 ,vain1 vain6 ,hopeless most idly then1 shall he look forth1 ,that mariner from his bark4 ,howe'er the north ,does raise his certain lamp1 when tempests lower-- ,he sees no more that perished light again6 ,and gloomier grows the hour ,which may not1 through the thick and crowding dark1 ,restore that lost and loved one to her tower4 ,he looks1--the shepherd of ,chaldea's hills ,tending his flocks1-- ,and wonders the rich beacon does not blaze1 ,gladdening his gaze2-- ,and from his dreary watch along the rocks1 ,guiding him safely home through perilous ways6 ,still wondering as the drowsy silence fills ,the sorrowful scene1 and every hour distils ,its leaden dews4--,how chafes he at the night1 ,still slow to bring the expected and sweet light1 ,so natural to his sight6 ,and lone1 ,where its first splendors shone1 ,shall be that pleasant company of stars3 ,how should they know that death ,such perfect beauty mars8 ,and like the earth1 its crimson bloom and breath2 ,fallen from on high1 ,their lights grow blasted by its touch1 and die6-- ,all their concerted springs of harmony ,snapped rudely1 and the generous music gone4 ,a strain--a mellow strain-- ,a wailing sweetness filled the sky2 ,the stars1 lamenting in unborrowed pain1 ,that one of their selectest ones must die6 ,must vanish1 when most lovely1 from the rest6 ,alas6 'tis evermore our destiny1 ,the hope1 heart-cherished1 is the soonest lost2 ,the flower first budden1 soonest feels the frost3 ,are not the shortest-lived still loveliest8 ,and1 like the pale star shooting down the sky1 ,look they not ever brightest when they fly ,the desolate home they blessed8 ,,william ,,gilmore ,,simms4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,passing ,,away4 ,was it the chime of a tiny bell ,that came so sweet to my dreaming ear1 ,like the silvery tones of a fairy's shell ,that he winds1 on the beach1 so mellow and clear1 ,when the winds and the waves lie together asleep1 ,and the ,moon and the ,fairy are watching the deep1 ,she dispensing her silvery light4 ,and he his notes as silvery quite4 ,while the boatman listens and ships his oar1 ,to catch the music that comes from the shore8 ,hark6 the notes on my ear that play ,are set to words2 as they float1 they say1 ,passing away6 passing away6 ,but no2 it was not a fairy's shell4 ,blown on the beach1 so mellow and clear2 ,nor was it the tongue of a silver bell1 ,striking the hour1 that filled my ear1 ,as ,i lay in my dream2 yet was it a chime ,that told of the flow of the stream of time4 ,for a beautiful clock from the ceiling hung1 ,and a plump little girl1 for a pendulum1 swung 7,as you've sometimes seen1 in a little ring ,that hangs in his cage1 a canary-bird swing72 ,and she held to her bosom a budding bouquet1 ,and1 as she enjoyed it1 she seemed to say1 ,passing away6 passing away6 ,oh1 how bright were the wheels1 that told ,of the lapse of time1 as they moved round slow2 ,and the hands1 as they swept o'er the dial of gold1 ,seemed to point to the girl below4 ,and lo6 she had changed3 in a few short hours ,her bouquet had become a garland of flowers1 ,that she held in her outstretched hands1 and flung ,this way and that1 as she1 dancing1 swung ,in the fulness of grace and of womanly pride1 ,that told me she soon was to be a bride2 ,yet then1 when expecting her happiest day1 ,in the same sweet voice ,i heard her say1 ,passing away6 passing away6 ,while ,i gazed at that fair one's cheek1 a shade ,of thought or care stole softly over1 ,like that by a cloud in a summer's day made1 ,looking down on a field of blossoming clover4 ,the rose yet lay on her cheek1 but its flush ,had something lost of its brilliant blush2 ,and the light in her eye1 and the light on the wheels1 ,that marched so calmly round above her1 ,was a little dimmed1--as when evening steals ,upon noon's hot face4 ,yet one couldn't but love her1 ,for she looked like a mother whose first babe lay ,rocked on her breast1 as she swung all day2 ,and she seemed1 in the same silver tone1 to say1 ,passing away6 passing away6 ,while yet ,i looked1 what a change there came6 ,her eye was quenched1 and her cheek was wan2 ,stooping and staffed was her withered frame1 ,yet just as busily swung she on2 ,the garland beneath her had fallen to dust2 ,the wheels above her were eaten with rust3 ,the hands1 that over the dial swept1 ,grew crooked and tarnished1 but on they kept ,and still there came that silver tone ,from the shrivelled lips of the toothless crone 7,let me never forget till my dying day ,the tone or the burden of her lay71 ,passing away6 passing away6 ,,john ,,pierpont4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,lines ,,found ,,in ,,his ,,bible ,,in ,,the ,,gate-,,house ,,at ,,westminster4 ,e'en such is time2 that takes in trust ,our youth1 our joys1 our all we have1 ,and pays us but with earth and dust2 ,who in the dark and silent grave1 ,when we have wandered all our ways1 ,shuts up the story of our days3 ,but from this earth1 this grave1 this dust1 ,my ,god shall raise me up1 ,i trust4 ,,sir ,,walter ,,raleigh4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,my ,,ain ,,countree4 ,but now they desire a better country1 that is1 an heavenly4--,,hebrews xi4 #af4 ,i'm far frae my hame1 an' ,i'm weary aftenwhiles1 ,for the langed-for hame-bringing1 an' my ,father's welcome smiles2 ,i'll never be fu' content1 until mine een do see ,the shining gates o' heaven an' my ain countree4 ,the earth is flecked wi' flowers1 mony-tinted1 fresh1 an' gay1 ,the birdies warble blithely1 for my ,father made them sae2 ,but these sights an' these soun's will as naething be to me1 ,when ,i hear the angels singing in my ain countree4 ,i've his gude word of promise that some gladsome day1 the ,king ,to his ain royal palace his banished hame will bring3 ,wi' een an' wi' hearts runnin' owre1 we shall see ,the ,king in his beauty in our ain countree4 ,my sins hae been mony1 an' my sorrows hae been sair1 ,but there they'll never vex me1 nor be remembered mair2 ,his bluid has made me white1 his hand shall dry mine e'e1 ,when he brings me hame at last1 to my ain countree4 ,like a bairn to its mither1 a wee birdie to its nest1 ,i wad fain be ganging noo1 unto my ,saviour's breast2 ,for he gathers in his bosom1 witless1 worthless lambs like me1 ,and carries them himse' to his ain countree4 ,he's faithfu' that hath promised1 he'll surely come again1 ,he'll keep his tryst wi' me1 at what hour ,i dinna ken2 ,but he bids me still to wait1 an' ready aye to be1 ,to gang at ony moment to my ain countree4 ,so ,i'm watching aye1 an' singin' o' my hame as ,i wait1 ,for the soun'ing o' his footfa' this side the shining gate2 ,god gie his grace to ilk ane wha listens noo to me1 ,that we a' may gang in gladness to our ain countree4 ,,mary ,,lee ,,demarest4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,coming4 ,at even1 or at midnight1 or at the cock-crowing1 or in the morning4--,mark xiii4 #ce4 ,it may be in the evening1 ,when the work of the day is done1 ,and you have time to sit in the twilight ,and watch the sinking sun1 ,while the long bright day dies slowly ,over the sea1 ,and the hour grows quiet and holy ,with thoughts of me2 ,while you hear the village children ,passing along the street1 ,among those thronging footsteps ,may come the sound of my feet4 ,therefore ,i tell you3 ,watch4 ,by the light of the evening star1 ,when the room is growing dusky ,as the clouds afar2 ,let the door be on the latch ,in your home1 ,for it may be through the gloaming ,i will come4 ,it may be when the midnight ,is heavy upon the land1 ,and the black waves lying dumbly ,along the sand2 ,when the moonless night draws close1 ,and the lights are out in the house2 ,when the fires burn low and red1 ,and the watch is ticking loudly ,beside the bed3 ,though you sleep1 tired out1 on your couch1 ,still your heart must wake and watch ,in the dark room1 ,for it may be that at midnight ,i will come4 ,it may be at the cock-crow1 ,when the night is dying slowly ,in the sky1 ,and the sea looks calm and holy1 ,waiting for the dawn ,of the golden sun ,which draweth nigh2 ,when the mists are on the valleys1 shading ,the rivers chill1 ,and my morning-star is fading1 fading ,over the hill3 ,behold ,i say unto you3 ,watch2 ,let the door be on the latch ,in your home2 ,in the chill before the dawning1 ,between the night and morning1 ,i may come4 ,it may be in the morning1 ,when the sun is bright and strong1 ,and the dew is glittering sharply ,over the little lawn2 ,when the waves are laughing loudly ,along the shore1 ,and the little birds are singing sweetly ,about the door2 ,with the long day's work before you1 ,you rise up with the sun1 ,and the neighbors come in to talk a little ,of all that must be done4 ,but remember that ,i may be the next ,to come in at the door1 ,to call you from all your busy work ,forevermore3 ,as you work your heart must watch1 ,for the door is on the latch ,in your room1 ,and it may be in the morning ,i will come4 ,so ,he passed down my cottage garden1 ,by the path that leads to the sea1 ,till he came to the turn of the little road ,where the birch and laburnum tree ,lean over and arch the way2 ,there ,i saw him a moment stay1 ,and turn once more to me1 ,as ,i wept at the cottage door1 ,and lift up his hands in blessing-- ,then ,i saw his face no more4 ,and ,i stood still in the doorway1 ,leaning against the wall1 ,not heeding the fair white roses1 ,though ,i crushed them and let them fall4 ,only looking down the pathway1 ,and looking toward the sea1 ,and wondering1 and wondering ,when he would come back for me2 ,till ,i was aware of an angel ,who was going swiftly by1 ,with the gladness of one who goeth ,in the light of ,god ,most ,high4 ,he passed the end of the cottage ,toward the garden gate2 7,i suppose he was come down ,at the setting of the sun ,to comfort some one in the village ,whose dwelling was desolate7 ,and he paused before the door ,beside my place1 ,and the likeness of a smile ,was on his face4 ,weep not1 he said1 for unto you is given ,to watch for the coming of his feet ,who is the glory of our blessed heaven2 ,the work and watching will be very sweet1 ,even in an earthly home2 ,and in such an hour as you think not ,he will come4 ,so ,i am watching quietly ,every day4 ,whenever the sun shines brightly1 ,i rise and say3 ,surely it is the shining of his face6 ,and look unto the gates of his high place ,beyond the sea2 ,for ,i know he is coming shortly ,to summon me4 ,and when a shadow falls across the window ,of my room1 ,where ,i am working my appointed task1 ,i lift my head to watch the door1 and ask ,if he is come2 ,and the angel answers sweetly ,in my home3 ,only a few more shadows1 ,and he will come4 ,,barbara ,,miller ,,macandrew4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,euthanasia4 ,methinks1 when on the languid eye ,life's autumn scenes grow dim2 ,when evening's shadows veil the sky2 ,and pleasure's siren hymn ,grows fainter on the tuneless ear1 ,like echoes from another sphere1 ,or dreams of seraphim-- ,it were not sad to cast away ,this dull and cumbrous load of clay4 ,it were not sad to feel the heart ,grow passionless and cold2 ,to feel those longings to depart ,that cheered the good of old2 ,to clasp the faith which looks on high1 ,which fires the ,christian's dying eye1 ,and makes the curtain-fold ,that falls upon his wasting breast1 ,the door that leads to endless rest4 ,it seems not lonely thus to lie ,on that triumphant bed1 ,till the pure spirit mounts on high ,by white-winged seraphs led3 ,where glories1 earth may never know1 ,o'er many mansions lingering glow1 ,in peerless lustre shed4 ,it were not lonely thus to soar ,where sin and grief can sting no more4 ,and though the way to such a goal ,lies through the clouded tomb1 ,if on the free1 unfettered soul ,there rest no stains of gloom1 ,how should its aspirations rise ,far through the blue unpillared skies1 ,up to its final home1 ,beyond the journeyings of the sun1 ,where streams of living waters run6 ,,willis ,,gaylord ,,clark4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,last ,,man4 ,all worldly shapes shall melt in gloom1 ,the ,sun himself must die1 ,before this mortal shall assume ,its immortality6 ,i saw a vision in my sleep1 ,that gave my spirit strength to sweep ,adown the gulf of time6 ,i saw the last of human mould ,that shall creation's death behold1 ,as ,adam saw her prime6 ,the sun's eye had a sickly glare1 ,the skeletons of nations were ,around that lonely man6 ,some had expired in fight1--the brands ,still rusted in their bony hands1 ,in plague and famine some6 ,earth's cities had no sound nor tread2 ,and ships were drifting with the dead ,to shores where all was dumb6 ,yet1 prophet-like1 that lone one stood1 ,with dauntless words and high1 ,that shook the sear leaves from the wood1 ,as if a storm passed by1 ,saying1 ,we are twins in death1 proud ,sun6 ,thy face is cold1 thy race is run1 ',tis ,mercy bids thee go2 ,for thou ten thousand thousand years ,hast seen the tide of human tears1 ,that shall no longer flow4 ,what though beneath thee man put forth ,his pomp1 his pride1 his skill2 ,and arts that made fire1 flood1 and earth ,the vassals of his will8 ,yet mourn ,i not thy parted sway1 ,thou dim1 discrowned king of day2 ,for all those trophied arts ,and triumphs that beneath thee sprang1 ,healed not a passion or a pang ,entailed on human hearts4 ,go1 let oblivion's curtain fall ,upon the stage of men4 ,nor with thy rising beams recall ,life's tragedy again3 ,its piteous pageants bring not back1 ,nor waken flesh1 upon the rack ,of pain anew to writhe2 ,stretched in disease's shapes abhorred1 ,or mown in battle by the sword1 ,like grass beneath the scythe4 ,even ,i am weary in yon skies ,to watch thy fading fire2 ,test of all sumless agonies1 ,behold not me expire4 ,my lips1 that speak thy dirge of death1-- ,their rounded gasp and gurgling breath ,to see thou shalt not boast4 ,the eclipse of ,nature spreads my pall1 ,the majesty of darkness shall ,receive my parting ghost6 ,this spirit shall return to ,him ,who gave its heavenly spark2 ,yet think not1 ,sun1 it shall be dim ,when thou thyself art dark6 ,no6 it shall live again1 and shine ,in bliss unknown to beams of thine1 ,by ,him recalled to breath1 ,who captive led captivity1 ,who robbed the grave of victory1 ,and took the sting from death6 ,go1 ,sun1 while mercy holds me up ,on ,nature's awful waste ,to drink this last and bitter cup ,of grief that man shall taste1-- ,go1 tell the night that hides thy face1 ,thou saw'st the last of ,adam's race1 ,on earth's sepulchral clod1 ,the darkening universe defy ,to quench his immortality1 ,or shake his trust in ,god6 ,,thomas ,,campbell4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,when4 ,if ,i were told that ,i must die to-morrow1 ,that the next sun ,which sinks should bear me past all fear and sorrow ,for any one1 ,all the fight fought1 all the short journey through4 ,what should ,i do8 ,i do not think that ,i should shrink or falter1 ,but just go on1 ,doing my work1 nor change nor seek to alter ,aught that is gone2 ,but rise and move and love and smile and pray ,for one more day4 ,and1 lying down at night for a last sleeping1 ,say in that ear ,which hearkens ever3 ,lord1 within thy keeping ,how should ,i fear8 ,and when to-morrow brings thee nearer still1 ,do thou thy will4 ,i might not sleep for awe2 but peaceful1 tender1 ,my soul would lie ,all the night long2 and when the morning splendor ,flushed o'er the sky1 ,i think that ,i could smile--could calmly say1 ,it is his day4 ,but if a wondrous hand from the blue yonder ,held out a scroll1 ,on which my life was writ1 and ,i with wonder ,beheld unroll ,to a long century's end its mystic clew1 ,what should ,i do8' ,what could ,i do1 ,o blessed ,guide and ,master1 ,other than this2 ,still to go on as now1 not slower1 faster1 ,nor fear to miss ,the road1 although so very long it be1 ,while led by thee8 ,step after step1 feeling thee close beside me1 ,although unseen1 ,through thorns1 through flowers1 whether the tempest hide thee1 ,or heavens serene1 ,assured thy faithfulness cannot betray1 ,thy love decay4 ,i may not know2 my ,god1 no hand revealeth ,thy counsels wise2 ,along the path a deepening shadow stealeth1 ,no voice replies ,to all my questioning thought1 the time to tell2 ,and it is well4 ,let me keep on1 abiding and unfearing ,thy will always1 ,through a long century's ripening fruition ,or a short day's2 ,thou canst not come too soon2 and ,i can wait ,if thou come late4 ,,sarah ,,woolsey 7,susan ,coolidge74 99 99 99 99 99 ,,burial ,,of ,,moses4 ,and he buried him in a valley in the land of ,moab1 over against ,beth-peor3 but no man knoweth of his sepulchre unto this day4--,,deuteronomy xxxiv4 #f4 ,by ,nebo's lonely mountain1 ,on this side ,jordan's wave1 ,in a vale in the land of ,moab1 ,there lies a lonely grave2 ,but no man built that sepulchre1 ,and no man saw it e'er2 ,for the angels of ,god upturned the sod1 ,and laid the dead man there4 ,that was the grandest funeral ,that ever passed on earth2 ,yet no man heard the trampling1 ,or saw the train go forth3 ,noiselessly as daylight ,comes back when night is done1 ,and the crimson streak on ocean's cheek ,grows into the great sun2 ,noiselessly as the spring-time ,her crown of verdure weaves1 ,and all the trees on all the hills ,unfold their thousand leaves3 ,so without sound of music ,or voice of them that wept1 ,silently down from the mountain's crown ,the great procession swept4 ,perchance the bald old eagle ,on gray ,beth-peor's height ,out of his rocky eyry ,looked on the wondrous sight2 ,perchance the lion stalking ,still shuns that hallowed spot2 ,for beast and bird have seen and heard ,that which man knoweth not4 ,but1 when the warrior dieth4 ,his comrades of the war4 ,with arms reversed and muffled drums1 ,follow the funeral car3 ,they show the banners taken2 ,they tell his battles won2 ,and after him lead his masterless steed1 ,while peals the minute-gun4 ,amid the noblest of the land ,men lay the sage to rest1 ,and give the bard an honored place1 ,with costly marbles drest1 ,in the great minster transept ,where lights like glories fall1 ,and the sweet choir sings1 and the organ rings ,along the emblazoned hall4 ,this was the bravest warrior ,that ever buckled sword2 ,this the most gifted poet ,that ever breathed a word2 ,and never earth's philosopher ,traced with his glorious pen ,on the deathless page truths half so sage ,as he wrote down for men4 ,and had he not high honor8-- ,the hillside for a pall6 ,to lie in state while angels wait1 ,with stars for tapers tall6 ,and the dark rock-pines1 like tossing plumes1 ,over his bier to wave1 ,and ,god's own hand1 in that lonely land1 ,to lay him in his grave6-- ,in that strange grave without a name1 ,whence his uncoffined clay ,shall break again--,o wondrous thought6-- ,before the judgment day1 ,and stand1 with glory wrapped around ,on the hills he never trod1 ,and speak of the strife that won our life ,with the incarnate ,son of ,god4 ,o lonely tomb in ,moab's land6 ,o dark ,beth-peor's hill6 ,speak to these curious hearts of ours1 ,and teach them to be still3 ,god hath his mysteries of grace1 ,ways that we cannot tell1 ,he hides them deep1 like the secret sleep ,of him he loved so well4 ,,cecil ,,frances ,,alexander4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,resignation4 ,o ,god1 whose thunder shakes the sky1 ,whose eye this atom globe surveys1 ,to thee1 my only rock1 ,i fly1 ,thy mercy in thy justice praise4 ,the mystic mazes of thy will1 ,the shadows of celestial light1 ,are past the power of human skill2 ,but what the ,eternal acts is right4 ,oh1 teach me in the trying hour1 ,when anguish swells the dewy tear1 ,to still my sorrows1 own my power1 ,thy goodness love1 thy ,justice fear4 ,if in this bosom aught but thee ,encroaching sought a boundless sway1 ,omniscience could the danger see1 ,and ,mercy look the cause away4 ,then why1 my soul1 dost thou complain1 ,why drooping seek the dark recess8 ,shake off the melancholy chain1 ,for ,god created all to bless4 ,but ah6 my breast is human still2 ,the rising sigh1 the falling tear1 ,my languid vitals' feeble rill1 ,the sickness of my soul declare4 ,but yet1 with fortitude resigned1 ,i'll thank the inflicter of the blow2 ,forbid the sigh1 compose my mind1 ,nor let the gush of misery flow4 ,the gloomy mantle of the night1 ,which on my sinking spirit steals1 ,will vanish at the morning light1 ,which ,god1 my east1 my sun1 reveals4 ,,thomas ,,chatterton4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,only ,,waiting4 ,a very aged man in an almshouse was asked what he was doing now4 ,he replied1 ,only waiting4 ,only waiting till the shadows ,are a little longer grown1 ,only waiting till the glimmer ,of the day's last beam is flown2 ,till the night of earth is faded ,from the heart1 once full of day2 ,till the stars of heaven are breaking ,through the twilight soft and gray4 ,only waiting till the reapers ,have the last sheaf gathered home1 ,for the summer time is faded1 ,and the autumn winds have come4 ,quickly1 reapers6 gather quickly ,the last ripe hours of my heart1 ,for the bloom of life is withered1 ,and ,i hasten to depart4 ,only waiting till the angels ,open wide the mystic gate1 ,at whose feet ,i long have lingered1 ,weary1 poor1 and desolate4 ,even now ,i hear the footsteps1 ,and their voices far away2 ,if they call me1 ,i am waiting1 ,only waiting to obey4 ,only waiting till the shadows ,are a little longer grown1 ,only waiting till the glimmer ,of the day's last beam is flown4 ,then from out the gathered darkness1 ,holy1 deathless stars shall rise1 ,by whose light my soul shall gladly ,tread its pathway to the skies4 ,,frances ,,laughton ,,mace4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,hopefully ,,waiting4 ,blessed are they who are homesick1 for they shall come at last to their ,father's house4--,,heinrich ,,stilling4 ,not as you meant1 ,o learned man1 and good6 ,do ,i accept thy words of truth and rest2 ,god1 knowing all1 knows what for me is best1 ,and gives me what ,i need1 not what he could1 ,nor always as ,i would6 ,i shall go to the ,father's house1 and see ,him and the ,elder ,brother face to face1-- ,what day or hour ,i know not4 ,let me be ,steadfast in work1 and earnest in the race1 ,not as a homesick child who all day long ,whines at its play1 and seldom speaks in song4 ,if for a time some loved one goes away1 ,and leaves us our appointed work to do1 ,can we to him or to ourselves be true ,in mourning his departure day by day1 ,and so our work delay8 ,nay1 if we love and honor1 we shall make ,the absence brief by doing well our task1-- ,not for ourselves1 but for the dear ,one's sake4 ,and at his coming only of him ask ,approval of the work1 which most was done1 ,not for ourselves1 but our ,beloved ,one4 ,our ,father's house1 ,i know1 is broad and grand2 ,in it how many1 many mansions are6 ,and1 far beyond the light of sun or star1 ,four little ones of mine through that fair land ,are walking hand in hand6 ,think you ,i love not1 or that ,i forget ,these of my loins8 ,still this world is fair1 ,and ,i am singing while my eyes are wet ,with weeping in this balmy summer air3 ,yet ,i'm not homesick1 and the children here ,have need of me1 and so my way is clear4 ,i would be joyful as my days go by1 ,counting ,god's mercies to rue4 ,he who bore ,life's heaviest cross is mine forever-more1 ,and ,i who wait his coming1 shall not ,i ,on his sure word rely8 ,and if sometimes the way be rough and steep1 ,be heavy for the grief he sends to me1 ,or at my waking ,i would only weep1 ,let me remember these are things to be1 ,to work his blessed will until he comes ,to take my hand1 and lead me safely home4 ,,anson ,d4,f4 ,,randolph4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,sit ,,down1 ,,sad ,,soul4 ,sit down1 sad soul1 and count ,the moments flying2 ,come1 tell the sweet amount ,that's lost by sighing6 ,how many smiles8--a score8 ,then laugh1 and count no more2 ,for day is dying6 ,lie down1 sad soul1 and sleep1 ,and no more measure ,the flight of time1 nor weep ,the loss of leisure2 ,but here1 by this lone stream1 ,lie down with us1 and dream ,of starry treasure6 ,we dream3 do thou the same2 ,we love1--forever2 ,we laugh1 yet few we shame1-- ,the gentle never4 ,stay1 then1 till sorrow dies2 ,then--hope and happy skies ,are thine forever6 ,,bryan ,,waller ,,procter4 7,barry ,cornwall47 99 99 99 99 99 ,,it ,,kindles ,,all ,,my ,,soul4 ,urit me ,patriae decor4 ,it kindles all my soul1 ,my country's loveliness6 ,those starry choirs ,that watch around the pole1 ,and the moon's tender light1 and heavenly fires ,through golden halls that roll4 ,o chorus of the night6 ,o planets1 sworn ,the music of the spheres ,to follow6 ,lovely watchers1 that think scorn ,to rest till day appears6 ,me1 for celestial homes of glory born1 ,why here1 ,o1 why so long1 ,do ye behold an exile from on high8 ,here1 ,o ye shining throng1 ,with lilies spread the mound where ,i shall lie3 ,here let me drop my chain1 ,and dust to dust returning1 cast away ,the trammels that remain2 ,the rest of me shall spring to endless day6 ,from the ,latin of ,,casimir ,,of ,,poland4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,epilogue4 ,at the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time4 ,when you set your fancies free1 ,will they pass to where--by death1 fools think1 imprisoned-- ,low he lies who once so loved you1 whom you loved so1 --,pity me8 ,oh to love so1 be so loved1 yet so mistaken6 ,what had ,i on earth to do ,with the slothful1 with the mawkish1 the unmanly8 ,like the aimless1 helpless1 hopeless did ,i drivel --,being--who8 ,one who never turned his back but marched breast forward1 ,never doubted clouds would break1 ,never dreamed1 though right were worsted1 wrong would triumph1 ,held we fall to rise1 are baffled to fight better1 ,sleep to wake4 ,no1 at noonday in the bustle of man's work-time ,greet the unseen with a cheer6 ,bid him forward1 breast and back as either should be1 ,strive and thrive6 cry ,speed1--fight on1 fare ever ,there as here6 ,,robert ,,browning4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,crossing ,,the ,,bar4 ,sunset and evening star1 ,and one clear call for me6 ,and may there be no moaning of the bar1 ,when ,i put out to sea1 ,but such a tide as moving seems asleep1 ,too full for sound and foam1 ,when that which drew from out the boundless deep ,turns again home4 ,twilight and evening bell1 ,and after that the dark6 ,and may there be no sadness of farewell1 ,when ,i embark2 ,for tho' from out our bourne of ,time and ,place ,the flood may bear me far1 ,i hope to see my ,pilot face to face ,when ,i have crossed the bar4 ,,alfred1 ,,lord ,,tennyson4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,dying ,,christian ,,to ,,his ,,soul4 ,vital spark of heavenly flame6 ,quit1 ,o quit this mortal frame6 ,trembling1 hoping1 lingering1 flying1 ,o1 the pain1 the bliss of dying6 ,cease1 fond nature1 cease thy strife1 ,and let me languish into life6 ,hark6 they whisper2 angels say1 ,sister spirit1 come away6 ,what is this absorbs me quite8 ,steals my senses1 shuts my sight1 ,drowns my spirits1 draws my breath8 ,tell me1 my soul1 can this be death8 ,the world recedes2 it disappears6 ,heaven opens on my eyes6 my ears ,with sounds seraphic ring3 ,lend1 lend your wings6 ,i mount6 ,i fly6 ,o ,grave6 where is thy victory8 ,o ,death6 where is thy sting8 ,,alexander ,,pope4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,ode4 ,,intimations ,,of ,,immortality ,,from ,,recollections ,,of ,,early ,,childhood4 ,i4 ,there was a time when meadow1 grove and stream1 ,the earth1 and every common sight1 ,to me did seem ,apparelled in celestial light1-- ,the glory and the freshness of the dream4 ,it is not now as it hath been of yore3 ,turn wheresoe'er ,i may1 ,by night or day1 ,the things which ,i have seen ,i now can see no more4 ,,ii4 ,the rainbow comes and goes1 ,and lovely is the rose2 ,the moon doth with delight ,look round her when the heavens are bare2 ,waters on a starry night ,are beautiful and fair2 ,the sunshine is a glorious birth2 ,but yet ,i know1 where'er ,i go1 ,that there hath passed away a glory from the earth4 ,,iii4 ,now1 while the birds thus sing a joyous song1 ,and while the young lambs bound ,as to the tabor's sound1 ,to me alone there came a thought of grief2 ,a timely utterance gave that thought relief1 ,and ,i again am strong4 ,the cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep1-- ,no more shall grief of mine the season wrong4 ,i hear the echoes through the mountains throng2 ,the winds come to me from the fields of sleep1 ,and all the earth is gay2 ,land and sea ,give themselves up to jollity2 ,and with the heart of ,may ,doth every beast keep holiday2-- ,thou child of joy1 ,shout round me1 let me hear thy shouts1 thou happy shepherd boy6 ,,iv4 ,ye blessed creatures6 ,i have heard the call ,ye to each other make2 ,i see ,the heavens laugh with you in your jubilee2 ,my heart is at your festival4 ,my head hath its coronal1-- ,the fulness of your bliss1 ,i feel1 ,i feel it all4 ,o evil day6 if ,i were sullen ,while ,earth herself is adorning1 ,this sweet ,may morning1 ,and the children are culling1 ,on every side1 ,in a thousand valleys far and wide1 ,fresh flowers2 while the sun shines warm1 ,and the babe leaps up on his mother's arm2-- ,i hear1 ,i hear1 with joy ,i hear6-- ,but there's a tree1 of many1 one1 ,a single field which ,i have looked upon1-- ,both of them speak of something that is gone2 ,the pansy at my feet ,doth the same tale repeat4 ,whither is fled the visionary gleam8 ,where is it now1 the glory and the dream8 ,v4 ,our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting2 ,the soul that rises with us1 our life's star1 ,hath had elsewhere its setting1 ,and cometh from afar3 ,not in entire forgetfulness1 ,and not in utter nakedness1 ,but trailing clouds of glory1 do we come ,from ,god1 who is our home3 ,heaven lies about us in our infancy6 ,shades of the prison-house begin to close ,upon the growing ,boy2 ,but he beholds the light1 and whence it flows-- ,he sees it in his joy2 ,the ,youth1 who daily farther from the east ,must travel1 still is nature's priest ,and by the vision splendid ,is on his way attended3 ,at length the ,man perceives it die away1 ,and fade into the light of common day4 ,,vi4 ,earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own2 ,yearnings she hath in her own natural kind1 ,and even with something of a mother's mind1 ,and no unworthy aim1 ,the homely nurse doth all she can ,to make her foster-child1 her inmate man1 ,forget the glories he hath known1 ,and that imperial palace whence he came4 ,,vii4 ,behold the child among his new-born blisses1-- ,a six years' darling of a pygmy size6 ,see1 where mid work of his own hand he lies1 ,fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses1 ,with light upon him from his father's eyes6 ,see1 at his feet1 some little plan or chart1 ,some fragment from his dream of human life1 ,shaped by himself with newly learned art1-- ,a wedding or a festival1 ,a mourning or a funeral2-- ,and this hath now his heart1 ,and unto this he frames his song3 ,then will he fit his tongue ,to dialogues of business1 love1 or strife2 ,but it will not be long ,ere this be thrown aside1 ,and with new joy and pride ,the little actor cons another part1-- ,filling from time to time his humorous stage ,with all the persons1 down to palsied age1 ,that ,life brings with her in her equipage2 ,as if his whole vocation ,were endless imitation4 ,,viii4 ,thou1 whose exterior semblance doth belie ,thy soul's immensity6 ,thou best philosopher1 who yet dost keep ,thy heritage6 thou eye among the blind1 ,that1 deaf and silent1 read'st the eternal deep1 ,haunted forever by the eternal mind6-- ,mighty prophet6 ,seer blest6 ,on whom those truths do rest ,which we are toiling all our lives to find1 ,in darkness lost1 the darkness of the grave2 ,thou over whom thy immortality ,broods like the day1 a master o'er a slave1 ,a presence which is not to be put by2 ,thou little child1 yet glorious in the might ,of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height1 ,why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke ,the years to bring the inevitable yoke1 ,thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife8 ,full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight1 ,and custom lie upon thee with a weight ,heavy as frost1 and deep almost as life6 ,,ix4 ,o joy6 that in our embers ,is something that doth live2 ,that ,nature yet remembers ,what was so fugitive6 ,the thought of our past years in me doth breed ,perpetual benediction3 not1 indeed1 ,for that which is most worthy to be blest1-- ,delight and liberty1 the simple creed ,of childhood1 whether busy or at rest1 ,with new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast3-- ,not for these ,i raise ,the song of thanks and praise2 ,but for those obstinate questionings ,of sense and outward things1 ,fallings from us1 vanishings2 ,blank misgivings of a creature ,moving about in worlds not realized1 ,high instincts1 before which our mortal nature ,did tremble like a guilty thing surprised3 ,but for those first affections1 ,those shadowy recollections1 ,which1 be they what they may1 ,are yet the fountain-light of all our day1 ,are yet a master light of all our seeing2 ,uphold us1 cherish1 and have power to make ,our noisy years seem moments in the being ,of the eternal silence3 truths that wake1 ,to perish never2 ,which neither listlessness1 nor mad endeavor1 ,nor man nor boy1 ,nor all that is at enmity with joy1 ,can utterly abolish or destroy6 ,hence1 in a season of calm weather4 ,though inland far we be1 ,our souls have sight of that immortal sea ,which brought us hither1-- ,can in a moment travel thither1 ,and see the children sport upon the shore1 ,and hear the mighty waters rolling evermore4 ,x4 ,then sing1 ye birds1 sing1 sing a joyous song6 ,and let the young lambs bound ,as to the tabor's sound6 ,we in thought will join your throng1 ,ye that pipe and ye that play1 ,ye that through your hearts to-day ,feel the gladness of the ,may6 ,what though the radiance which was once so bright ,be now forever taken from my sight1 ,though nothing can bring back the hour ,of splendor in the grass1 of glory in the flower2 ,we will grieve not1 rather find ,strength in what remains behind2 ,in the primal sympathy ,which1 having been1 must ever be2 ,in the soothing thoughts that spring ,out of human suffering2 ,in the faith that looks through death1 ,in years that bring the philosophic mind4 ,,xi ,and ,o ye fountains1 meadows1 hills1 and groves1 ,forebode not any severing of our loves6 ,yet in my heart of hearts ,i feel your might2 ,i only have relinquished one delight ,to live beneath your more habitual sway4 ,i love the brooks which down their channels fret1 ,even more than when ,i tripped lightly as they2 ,the innocent brightness of a new-born day ,is lovely yet2 ,the clouds that gather round the setting sun ,do take a sober coloring from an eye ,that hath kept watch o'er man's mortality2 ,another race hath been1 and other palms are won4 ,thanks to the human heart by which we live1 ,thanks to its tenderness1 its joys1 and fears1-- ,to me the meanest flower that blows can give ,thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears4 ,,william ,,wordsworth4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,soliloquy3 ,,on ,,immortality4 ,,from ,,cato1 ,,act ,v4 ,,sc4 ,i4 ,,scene4--,,cato1 sitting in a thoughtful posture1 with book on the ,immortality of the ,soul in his hand1 and a drawn sword on the table by him4 ,it must be so--,plato1 thou reasonest well6-- ,else whence this pleasing hope1 this fond desire4 ,this longing after immortality8 ,or whence this secret dread1 and inward horror1 ,of falling into naught8 ,why shrinks the soul ,back on herself1 and startles at destruction8 ',tis the divinity that stirs within us2 ',tis ,heaven itself1 that points out a hereafter1 ,and intimates eternity to man4 ,eternity6--thou pleasing1 dreadful thought6 ,through what variety of untried being1 ,through what new scenes and changes1 must we pass6 ,the wide1 the unbounded prospect lies before me2 ,but shadows1 clouds1 and darkness rest upon it4 ,here will ,i hold4 ,if there's a ,power above us 7,and that there is1 all ,nature cries aloud ,through all her works71 he must delight in virtue2 ,and that which he delights in must be happy4 ,but when8 or where8 ,this world was made for ,csar4 ,i'm weary of conjectures1--this must end 'em4 7,laying his hand on his sword47 ,thus am ,i doubly armed3 my death and life1 ,my bane and antidote1 are both before me3 ,this in a moment brings me to an end2 ,but this informs me ,i shall never die4 ,the soul1 secured in her existence1 smiles ,at the drawn dagger1 and defies its point4 ,the stars shall fade away1 the sun himself ,grow dim with age1 and ,nature sink in years2 ,but thou shalt flourish in immortal youth1 ,unhurt amid the war of elements1 ,the wrecks of matter1 and the crush of worlds6 ,,joseph ,,addison4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,edwin ,,and ,,paulinus3 ,,the ,,conversion ,,of ,,northumbria4 ,the black-haired gaunt ,paulinus ,by ruddy ,edwin stood3-- ,bow down1 ,o king of ,deira1 ,before the blessed ,rood6 ,cast out thy heathen idols4 ,and worship ,christ our ,lord4 --,but ,edwin looked and pondered1 ,and answered not a word4 ,again the gaunt ,paulinus ,to ruddy ,edwin spake3 ,god offers life immortal ,for his dear ,son's own sake6 ,wilt thou not hear his message1 ,who bears the keys and sword8 --,but ,edwin looked and pondered1 ,and answered not a word4 ,rose then a sage old warrior ,was fivescore winters old2 ,whose beard from chin to girdle ,like one long snow-wreath rolled3 ,at ,yule-time in our chamber ,we sit in warmth and light1 ,while cold and howling round us ,lies the black land of ,night4 ,athwart the room a sparrow ,darts from the open door3 ,within the happy hearth-light ,one red flash1--and no more6 ,we see it come from darkness1 ,and into darkness go3-- ,so is our life4 ,king ,edwin6 ,alas1 that it is so6 ,but if this pale ,paulinus ,have somewhat more to tell2 ,some news of ,whence and ,whither1 ,and where the soul will dwell2-- ,if on that outer darkness ,the sun of hope may shine2-- ,he makes life worth the living6 ,i take his ,god for mine6 ,so spake the wise old warrior2 ,and all about him cried1 ,paulinus' ,god hath conquered6 ,and he shall be our guide3-- ,for he makes life worth living ,who brings this message plain1 ,when our brief days are over1 ,that we shall live again4 ,,anonymous4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,undiscovered ,,country4 ,could we but know ,the land that ends our dark1 uncertain travel1 ,where lie those happier hills and meadows low2 ,ah6 if beyond the spirit's inmost cavil ,aught of that country could we surely know1 ,who would not go8 ,might we but hear ,the hovering angels' high imagined chorus1 ,or catch1 betimes1 with wakeful eyes and clear ,one radiant vista of the realm before us1-- ,with one rapt moment given to see and hear1 ,ah1 who would fear8 ,were we quite sure ,to find the peerless friend who left us lonely1 ,or there1 by some celestial stream as pure1 ,to gaze in eyes that here were lovelit only1-- ,this weary mortal coil1 were we quite sure1 ,who would endure8 ,,edmund ,,clarence ,,stedman4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,song ,,of ,,the ,,silent ,,land4 ,das stille ,land4 ,into the ,silent ,land6 ,ah1 who shall lead us thither8 ,clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather1 ,and shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand4 ,who leads us with a gentle hand ,thither1 oh1 thither1 ,into the ,silent ,land8 ,into the ,silent ,land6 ,to you1 ye boundless regions ,of all perfection6 ,tender morning-visions ,of beauteous souls6 ,the future's pledge and band6 ,who in life's battle firm doth stand ,shall bear hope's tender blossoms ,into the ,silent ,land6 ,o ,land6 ,o ,land6 ,for all the broken-hearted ,the mildest herald by our fate allotted ,beckons1 and with inverted torch doth stand ,to lead us with a gentle hand ,into the land of the great departed1 ,into the ,silent ,land6 ,,johann ,,gaudenz ,,von ,,salis4 ,translation of ,h4,w4 ,,longfellow4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,other ,,world4 ,it lies around us like a cloud1-- ,a world we do not see2 ,yet the sweet closing of an eye ,may bring us there to be4 ,its gentle breezes fan our cheek2 ,amid our worldly cares ,its gentle voices whisper love1 ,and mingle with our prayers4 ,sweet hearts around us throb and beat1 ,sweet helping hands are stirred1 ,and palpitates the veil between ,with breathings almost heard4 ,the silence--awful1 sweet1 and calm-- ,they have no power to break2 ,for mortal words are not for them ,to utter or partake4 ,so thin1 so soft1 so sweet they glide1 ,so near to press they seem1-- ,they seem to lull us to our rest1 ,and melt into our dream4 ,and in the bush of rest they bring ',tis easy now to see ,how lovely and how sweet a pass ,the hour of death may be4 ,to close the eye1 and close the ear1 ,rapt in a trance of bliss1 ,and gently dream in loving arms ,to swoon to that--from this4 ,scarce knowing if we wake or sleep1 ,scarce asking where we are1 ,to feel all evil sink away1 ,all sorrow and all care4 ,sweet souls around us6 watch us still1 ,press nearer to our side1 ,into our thoughts1 into our prayers1 ,with gentle helpings glide4 ,let death between us be as naught1 ,a dried and vanished stream2 ,your joy be the reality4 ,our suffering life the dream4 ,,harriet ,,beecher ,,stowe4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,heaven4 ,i never saw a moor1 ,i never saw the sea2 ,yet know ,i how the heather looks1 ,and what a wave must be4 ,i never spake with ,god1 ,nor visited in heaven2 ,yet certain am ,i of the spot ,as if the chart were given4 ,,emily ,,dickinson4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,thoughts ,,of ,,heaven4 ,high thoughts6 ,they come and go1 ,like the soft breathings of a listening maiden1 ,while round me flow ,the winds1 from woods and fields with gladness laden3 ,when the corn's rustle on the ear doth come-- ,when the eve's beetle sounds its drowsy hum-- ,when the stars1 dew-drops of the summer sky1 ,watch over all with soft and loving eye-- ,while the leaves quiver ,by the lone river1 ,and the quiet heart ,from depths doth call ,and garners all-- ,earth grows a shadow ,forgotten whole1 ,and heaven lives ,in the blessed soul6 ,high thoughts ,they are with me ,when1 deep within the bosom of the forest1 ,thy mourning melody ,abroad into the sky1 thou1 throstle6 pourest4 ,when the young sunbeams glance among the trees-- ,when on the ear comes the soft song of bees-- ,when every branch has its own favorite bird ,and songs of summer from each thicket heard6-- ,where the owl flitteth1 ,where the roe sitteth1 ,and holiness ,seems sleeping there2 ,while nature's prayer ,goes up to heaven ,in purity1 ,till all is glory ,and joy to me6 ,high thoughts6 ,they are my own ,when ,i am resting on a mountain's bosom1 ,and see below me strown ,the huts and homes where humble virtues blossom2 ,when ,i can trace each streamlet through the meadow1 ,when ,i can follow every fitful shadow-- ,when ,i can watch the winds among the corn1 ,and see the waves along the forest borne2 ,where blue-bell and heather ,are blooming together1 ,and far doth come ,the ,sabbath bell1 ,o'er wood and fell2 ,i hear the beating ,of nature's heart3 ,heaven is before me-- ,god6 thou art4 ,high thoughts6 ,they visit us ,in moments when the soul is dim and darkened2 ,they come to bless1 ,after the vanities to which we hearkened3 ,when weariness hath come upon the spirit-- 7,those hours of darkness which we all inherit7-- ,bursts there not through a glint of warm sunshine1 ,a wingd thought which bids us not repine8 ,in joy and gladness1 ,in mirth and sadness1 ,come signs and tokens2 ,life's angel brings1 ,upon its wings1 ,those bright communings ,the soul doth keep-- ,those thoughts of heaven ,so pure and deep6 ,,robert ,,nicoll4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,nearer ,,home4 ,one sweetly solemn thought ,comes to me o'er and o'er2 ,i am nearer home to-day ,that ,i ever have been before2 ,nearer my ,father's house1 ,where the many mansions be2 ,nearer the great white throne1 ,nearer the crystal sea2 ,nearer the bound of life1 ,where we lay our burdens down2 ,nearer leaving the cross1 ,nearer gaining the crown6 ,but lying darkly between1 ,winding down through the night1 ,is the silent1 unknown stream4 ,that leads at last to the light4 ,closer and closer my steps ,come to the dread abysm3 ,closer ,death to my lips ,presses the awful chrism4 ,oh1 if my mortal feet ,have almost gained the brink2 ,if it be ,i am nearer home ,even to-day than ,i think2 ,father1 perfect my trust2 ,let my spirit feel in death1 ,that her feet are firmly set ,on the rock of a living faith6 ,,phoebe ,,cary4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,meeting ,,above4 ,if yon bright stars which gem the night ,be each a blissful dwelling-sphere ,where kindred spirits reunite ,whom death hath torn asunder here1-- ,how sweet it were at once to die1 ,to leave this blighted orb afar6 ,mixt soul and soul to cleave the sky1 ,and soar away from star to star4 ,but oh1 how dark1 how drear1 how lone1 ,would seem the brightest world of bliss1 ,if1 wandering through each radiant one1 ,we failed to meet the loved of this6 ,if there no more the ties shall twine ,which death's cold hand alone could sever1 ,ah1 would those stars in mockery shine1 ,more joyless1 as they shine forever6 ,it cannot be1--each hope1 each fear ,that lights the eye or clouds the brow1 ,proclaims there is a happier sphere ,than this bleak world that holds us now4 ,there1 ,lord1 thy wayworn saints shall find ,the bliss for which they longed before2 ,and holiest sympathies shall bind ,thine own to thee forevermore4 ,o ,jesus1 bring us to that rest1 ,where all the ransomed shall be found1 ,in thine eternal fulness blest1 ,while ages roll their cycles round4 ,,william ,,leggett4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,my ,,days ,,among ,,the ,,dead4 ,my days among the dead are passed2 ,around me ,i behold1 ,where'er these casual eyes are cast1 ,the mighty minds of old2 ,my never-failing friends are they1 ,with whom ,i converse day by day4 ,with them ,i take delight in weal1 ,and seek relief in woe2 ,and while ,i understand and feel ,how much to them ,i owe1 ,my cheeks have often been bedewed ,with tears of thoughtful gratitude4 ,my thoughts are with the dead2 with them ,i live in long-past years2 ,their virtues love1 their faults condemn1 ,partake their hopes and fears1 ,and from their lessons seek and find ,instruction with an humble mind4 ,my hopes are with the dead2 anon ,my place with them will be4 ,and ,i with them shall travel on ,through all futurity3 ,yet leaving here a name1 ,i trust1 ,that will not perish in the dust4 ,,robert ,,southey4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,future ,,life4 ,how shall ,i know thee in the sphere which keeps ,the disembodied spirits of the dead1 ,when all of thee that time could wither sleeps ,and perishes among the dust we tread8 ,for ,i shall feel the sting of ceaseless pain ,if there ,i meet thy gentle presence not2 ,nor hear the voice ,i love1 nor read again ,in thy serenest eyes the tender thought4 ,will not thy own meek heart demand me there8 ,that heart whose fondest throbs to me were given2 ,my name on earth was ever in thy prayer1 ,and wilt thou never utter it in heaven8 ,in meadows fanned by heaven's life-breathing wind1 ,in the resplendence of that glorious sphere1 ,and larger movements of the unfettered mind1 ,wilt thou forget the love that joined us here8 ,the love that lived through all the stormy past1 ,and meekly with my harsher nature bore1 ,and deeper grew1 and tenderer to the last4 ,shall it expire with life1 and be no more8 ,a happier lot than mine1 and larger light1 ,await thee there2 for thou hast bowed thy will ,in cheerful homage to the rule of right1 ,and lovest all1 and renderest good for ill4 ,for me1 the sordid cares in which ,i dwell1 ,shrink and consume my heart1 as heat the scroll2 ,and wrath has left its scar--that fire of hell ,has left its frightful scar upon my soul4 ,yet though thou wear'st the glory of the sky1 ,wilt thou not keep the same belovd name1 ,the same fair thoughtful brow1 and gentle eye1 ,lovelier in heaven's sweet climate1 yet the same8 ,shalt thou not teach me1 in that calmer home1 ,the wisdom that ,i learned so ill in this-- ,the wisdom which is love--till ,i become ,thy fit companion in that land of bliss8 ,,william ,,cullen ,,bryant 99 99 99 99 99 ,,heaven4 ,that clime is not like this dull clime of ours2 ,all1 all is brightness there2 ,a sweeter influence breathes around its flowers1 ,and a benigner air4 ,no calm below is like that calm above1 ,no region here is like that realm of love2 ,earth's softest spring ne'er shed so soft a light1 ,earth's brightest summer never shone so bright4 ,that sky is not like this sad sky of ours1 ,tinged with earth's change and care2 ,no shadow dims it1 and no rain-cloud lowers2 ,no broken sunshine there3 ,one everlasting stretch of azure pours ,its stainless splendor o'er those sinless shores2 ,for there ,jehovah shines with heavenly ray1 ,and ,jesus reigns1 dispensing endless day4 ,the dwellers there are not like those of earth1-- ,no mortal stain they bear1-- ,and yet they seem of kindred blood and birth2 ,whence and how came they there8 ,earth was their native soil2 from sin and shame1 ,through tribulation1 they to glory came2 ,bond-slaves delivered from sin's crushing load1 ,brands plucked from burning by the hand of ,god4 ,yon robes of theirs are not like those below2 ,no angel's half so bright2 ,whence came that beauty1 whence that living glow1 ,and whence that radiant white8 ,washed in the blood of the atoning ,lamb1 ,fair as the light these robes of theirs became2 ,and now1 all tears wiped off from every eye1 ,they wander where the freshest pastures lie1 ,through all the nightless day of that unfading sky6 ,,anonymous4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,two ,,worlds4 ,two worlds there are4 ,to one our eyes we strain1 ,whose magic joys we shall not see again2 ,bright haze of morning veils its glimmering shore4 ,ah1 truly breathed we there ,intoxicating air-- ,glad were our hearts in that sweet realm of ,nevermore4 ,the lover there drank her delicious breath ,whose love has yielded since to change or death2 ,the mother kissed her child1 whose days are o'er4 ,alas6 too soon have fled ,the irreclaimable dead3 ,we see them--visions strange--amid the ,nevermore4 ,the merrysome maiden used to sing-- ,the brown1 brown hair that once was wont to cling ,to temples long clay-cold3 to the very core ,they strike our weary hearts1 ,as some vexed memory starts ,from that long faded land--the realm of ,nevermore4 ,it is perpetual summer there4 ,but here ,sadly may we remember rivers clear1 ,and harebells quivering on the meadow-floor4 ,for brighter bells and bluer1 ,for tenderer hearts and truer ,people that happy land--the realm of ,nevermore4 ,upon the frontier of this shadowy land ,we pilgrims of eternal sorrow stand3 ,what realm lies forward1 with its happier store ,of forests green and deep1 ,of valleys hushed in sleep1 ,and lakes most peaceful8 ',tis the land of ,evermore4 ,very far off its marble cities seem-- ,very far off--beyond our sensual dream-- ,its woods1 unruffled by the wild wind's roar2 ,yet does the turbulent surge ,howl on its very verge4 ,one moment--and we breathe within the ,evermore4 ,they whom we loved and lost so long ago ,dwell in those cities1 far from mortal woe-- ,haunt those fresh woodlands1 whence sweet carollings soar4 ,eternal peace have they2 ,god wipes their tears away3 ,they drink that river of life which flows from ,evermore4 ,thither we hasten through these regions dim1 ,but1 lo1 the wide wings of the ,seraphim ,shine in the sunset6 ,on that joyous shore ,our lightened hearts shall know ,the life of long ago3 ,the sorrow-burdened past shall fade for ,evermore4 ,,mortimer ,,collins4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,answer4 ,who would not go ,with buoyant steps1 to gain that blessed portal1 ,which opens to the land we long to know8 ,where shall be satisfied the soul's immortal1 ,where we shall drop the wearying and the woe ,in resting so8 ,ah1 who would fear8 ,since1 sometimes through the distant pearly portal1 ,unclosing to some happy soul a-near1 ,we catch a gleam of glorious light immortal1 ,and strains of heavenly music faintly hear1 ,breathing good cheer6 ,who would endure ,to walk in doubt and darkness with misgiving1 ,when he whose tender promises are sure-- ,the ,crucified1 the ,lord1 the ,ever-living-- ,keeps us those mansions evermore secure ,by waters pure8 ,oh1 wondrous land6 ,fairer than all our spirit's fairest dreaming3 ,eye hath not seen1 no heart can understand ,the things prepared1 the cloudless radiance streaming4 ,how longingly we wait our ,lord's command-- ,his opening hand6 ,o dear ones there6 ,whose voices1 hushed1 have left our pathway lonely1 ,we come1 erelong1 your blessd home to share2 ,we take the guiding hand1 we trust it only-- ,seeing1 by faith1 beyond this clouded air1 ,that land so fair6 ,,anonymous4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,forever ,,with ,,the ,,lord4 ,forever with the ,lord6 ,amen6 so let it be6 ,life from the dead is in that word1 ,and immortality4 ,here in the body pent1 ,absent from him ,i roam1 ,yet nightly pitch my moving tent ,a day's march nearer home4 ,my ,father's house on high1 ,home of my soul6 how near1 ,at times1 to faith's foreseeing eye ,thy golden gates appear6 ,ah6 then my spirit faints ,to reach the land ,i love1 ,the bright inheritance of saints1 ,jerusalem above6 ,yet clouds will intervene1 ,and all my prospect flies2 ,like ,noah's dove1 ,i flit between ,rough seas and stormy skies4 ,anon the clouds depart1 ,the winds and waters cease2 ,while sweetly o'er my gladdened heart ,expands the bow of peace6 ,beneath its glowing arch1 ,along the hallowed ground1 ,i see cherubic armies march1 ,a camp of fire around4 ,i hear at morn and even1 ,at noon and midnight hour1 ,the choral harmonies of heaven ,earth's ,babel tongues o'erpower4 ,then1 then ,i feel that he1 ,remembered or forgot1 ,the ,lord1 is never far from me1 ,though ,i perceive him not4 ,in darkness as in light1 ,hidden alike from view1 ,i sleep1 ,i wake1 as in his sight ,who looks all nature through4 ,all that ,i am1 have been1 ,all that ,i yet may be1 ,he sees at once1 as he hath seen1 ,and shall forever see4 ,forever with the ,lord2 ,father1 if 'tis thy will1 ,the promise of that faithful word ,unto thy child fulfil6 ,so1 when my latest breath ,shall rend the veil in twain1 ,by death ,i shall escape from death1 ,and life eternal gain4 ,,james ,,montgomery4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,to ,,heaven ,,approached ,a ,,sufi ,,saint4 ,to heaven approached a ,sufi ,saint1 ,from groping in the darkness late1 ,and1 tapping timidly and faint1 ,besought admission at ,god's gate4 ,said ,god1 ,who seeks to enter here8 ',tis ,i1 dear ,friend1 the ,saint replied1 ,and trembling much with hope and fear4 ,if it be thou1 without abide4 ,sadly to earth the poor ,saint turned1 ,to bear the scourging of life's rods2 ,but aye his heart within him yearned ,to mix and lose its love in ,god's4 ,he roamed alone through weary years1 ,by cruel men still scorned and mocked1 ,until from faith's pure fires and tears ,again he rose1 and modest knocked4 ,asked ,god1 ,who now is at the door8 ,it is thyself1 belovd ,lord1 ,answered the ,saint1 in doubt no more1 ,but clasped and rapt in his reward4 ,from the ,persian of ,,jallal-,,ad-,,din ,,rumi4 ,translation of ,,william ,r4 ,,alger4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,matter ,,and ,,man ,,immortal4 ,,from ,,night ,,thoughts1 ,,night ,,vi4 ,as in a wheel1 all sinks1 to reascend3 ,emblems of man1 who passes1 not expires4 ,with this minute distinction1 emblems just1 ,nature revolves1 but man advances2 both ,eternal1 that a circle1 this a line4 ,that gravitates1 this soars4 ,th' aspiring soul1 ,ardent1 and tremulous1 like flame1 ascends1 ,zeal and humility her wings1 to ,heaven4 ,the world of matter1 with its various forms1 ,all dies into new life4 ,life born from death ,rolls the vast mass1 and shall for ever roll4 ,no single atom1 once in being1 lost1 ,with change of counsel charges the ,most ,high4 ,what hence infers ,lorenzo8 ,can it be8 ,matter immortal8 ,and shall spirit die8 ,above the nobler1 shall less noble rise8 ,shall man alone1 for whom all else revives1 ,no resurrection know8 ,shall man alone1 ,imperial man6 be sown in barren ground1 ,less privileged than grain1 on which he feeds8 99 99 99 99 99 ,look ,nature through1 'tis neat gradation all4 ,by what minute degrees her scale ascends6 ,each middle nature joined at each extreme1 ,to that above is joined1 to that beneath2 ,parts1 into parts reciprocally shot1 ,abhor divorce3 what love of union reigns6 ,here1 dormant matter waits a call to life2 ,half-life1 half-death1 joined there2 here life and sense2 ,there1 sense from reason steals a glimmering ray2 ,reason shines out in man4 ,but how preserved ,the chain unbroken upward1 to the realms ,of incorporeal life8 those realms of bliss ,where death hath no dominion8 ,grant a make ,half-mortal1 half-immortal2 earthy1 part1 ,and part ethereal2 grant the soul of man ,eternal2 or in man the series ends4 ,wide yawns the gap2 connection is no more2 ,checked ,reason halts2 her next step wants support2 ,striving to climb1 she tumbles from her scheme4 ,,dr4 ,,edward ,,young4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,life4 ,,from ,,festus1 ,,scene ,a ,,country ,,town4 ,,festus4-- ,oh6 there is ,a life to come1 or all's a dream4 ,,lucifer4-- ,and all ,may be a dream4 ,thou seest in thine1 men1 deeds1 ,clear1 moving1 full of speech and order2 then ,why may not all this world be but a dream ,of ,god's8 ,fear not6 ,some morning ,god may waken4 ,,festus4--,i would it were4 ,this life's a mystery4 ,the value of a thought cannot be told2 ,but it is clearly worth a thousand lives ,like many men's4 ,and yet men love to live ,as if mere life were worth their living for4 ,what but perdition will it be to most8 ,life's more than breath and the quick round of blood2 ,it is a great spirit and a busy heart4 ,the coward and the small in soul scarce do live4 ,one generous feeling--one great thought--one deed ,of good1 ere night1 would make life longer seem ,than if each year might number a thousand days1 ,spent as is this by nations of mankind4 ,we live in deeds1 not years2 in thoughts1 not breaths2 ,in feelings1 not in figures on a dial4 ,we should count time by heart-throbs4 ,he most lives ,who thinks most--feels the noblest--acts the best4 ,life's but a means unto an end--that end ,beginning1 mean1 and end to all things--,god4 ,,philip ,,james ,,bailey4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,heaven4 ,o beauteous ,god6 uncircumscribd treasure ,of an eternal pleasure6 ,thy throne is seated far ,above the highest star1 ,where thou preparest a glorious place1 ,within the brightness of thy face1 ,for every spirit ,to inherit ,that builds his hopes upon thy merit1 ,and loves thee with a holy charity4 ,what ravished heart1 seraphic tongue1 or eyes ,clear as the morning rise1 ,can speak1 or think1 or see ,that bright eternity1 ,where the great ,king's transparent throne ,is of an entire jasper stone8 ,there the eye ,o' the chrysolite1 ,and a sky ,of diamonds1 rubies1 chrysoprase1-- ,and above all thy holy face1-- ,makes an eternal charity4 ,when thou thy jewels up dost bind1 that day ,remember us1 we pray1-- ,that where the beryl lies1 ,and the crystal 'bove the skies1 ,there thou mayest appoint us place ,within the brightness of thy face1-- ,and our soul ,in the scroll ,of life and blissfulness enroll1 ,that we may praise thee to eternity4 ,allelujah6 ,,jeremy ,,taylor4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,spirit-,,land4 ,father6 thy wonders do not singly stand1 ,nor far removed where feet have seldom strayed2 ,around us ever lies the enchanted land1 ,in marvels rich to thine own sons displayed4 ,in finding thee are all things round us found2 ,in losing thee are all things lost beside2 ,ears have we1 but in vain strange voices sound2 ,and to our eyes the vision is denied4 ,we wander in the country far remote1 ,mid tombs and ruined piles in death to dwell2 ,or on the records of past greatness dote1 ,and for a buried soul the living sell2 ,while on our path bewildered falls the night ,that ne'er returns us to the fields of light4 ,,jones ,,very4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,heaven4 ,beyond these chilling winds and gloomy skies1 ,beyond death's cloudy portal1 ,there is a land where beauty never dies1 ,where love becomes immortal2 ,a land whose life is never dimmed by shade1 ,whose fields are ever vernal2 ,where nothing beautiful can ever fade1 ,but blooms for aye eternal4 ,we may know how sweet its balmy air1 ,how bright and fair its flowers2 ,we may not hear the songs that echo there1 ,through those enchanted bowers4 ,the city's shining towers we may not see ,with our dim earthly vision1 ,for ,death1 the silent warder1 keeps the key ,that opes the gates elysian4 ,but sometimes1 when adown the western sky ,a fiery sunset lingers1 ,its golden gates swing inward noiselessly1 ,unlocked by unseen fingers4 ,and while they stand a moment half ajar1 ,gleams from the inner glory ,stream brightly through the azure vault afar1 ,and half reveal the story4 ,o land unknown6 ,o land of love divine6 ,father1 all-wise1 eternal6 ,o1 guide these wandering1 wayworn feet of mine ,into those pastures vernal6 ,,nancy ,,amelia ,,woodbury ,,priest4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,tell ,,me1 ,,ye ,,wing,d ,,winds4 ,tell me1 ye wingd winds1 ,that round my pathway roar1 ,do ye not know some spot ,where mortals weep no more8 ,some lone and pleasant dell1 ,some valley in the west1 ,where1 free from toil and pain1 ,the weary soul may rest8 ,the loud wind dwindled to a whisper low1 ,and sighed for pity as it answered1--,no4 ,tell me1 thou mighty deep4 ,whose billows round me play1 ,know'st thou some favored spot1 ,some island far away1 ,where weary man may find ,the bliss for which he sighs1-- ,where sorrow never lives1 ,and friendship never dies8 ,the loud waves1 rolling in perpetual flow1 ,stopped for awhile1 and sighed to answer1--,no4 ,and thou1 serenest moon1 ,that1 with such lovely face1 ,dost look upon the earth1 ,asleep in night's embrace2 ,tell me1 in all thy round ,hast thou not seen some spot ,where miserable man ,may find a happier lot8 ,behind a cloud the moon withdrew in woe1 ,and a voice1 sweet but sad1 responded1--,no4 ,tell me1 my secret soul1 ,o1 tell me1 ,hope and ,faith1 ,is there no resting-place ,from sorrow1 sin1 and death8 ,is there no happy spot ,where mortals may be blest1 ,where grief may find a balm1 ,and weariness a rest8 ,faith1 ,hope1 and ,love1 best boons to mortals given1 ,waved their bright wings1 and whispered1--,yes1 in heaven6 ,,charles ,,mackay4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,heaven4 ,there is a land of pure delight1 ,where saints immortal reign2 ,infinite day excludes the night1 ,and pleasures banish pain4 ,there everlasting spring abides1 ,and never-withering flowers2 ,death1 like a narrow sea1 divides ,this heavenly land from ours4 ,sweet fields beyond the swelling flood ,stand dressed in living green2 ,so to the ,jews old ,canaan stood1 ,while ,jordan rolled between4 ,but timorous mortals start and shrink ,to cross this narrow sea1 ,and linger shivering on the brink1 ,and fear to launch away4 ,oh6 could we make our doubts remove1 ,those gloomy doubts that rise1 ,and see the ,canaan that we love ,with unbeclouded eyes-- ,could we but climb where ,moses stood1 ,and view the landscape o'er1 ,not ,jordan's stream1 nor death's cold flood ,should fright us from the shore4 ,,isaac ,,watts4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,peace4 ,my soul1 there is a country ,afar beyond the stars1 ,where stands a wingd sentry1 ,all skilful in the wars4 ,there1 above noise and danger1 ,sweet peace sits crowned with smiles1 ,and ,one born in a manger ,commands the beauteous files4 ,he is thy gracious friend1 ,and 7,o my soul awake67 ,did in pure love descend1 ,to die here for thy sake4 ,if thou canst get but thither1 ,there grows the flower of peace-- ,the rose that cannot wither-- ,thy fortress1 and thy ease4 ,leave1 then1 thy foolish ranges2 ,for none can thee secure1 ,but one who never changes-- ,thy ,god1 thy life1 thy cure4 ,,henry ,,vaughan4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,star-,,mist4 ,,from ,,stars4 ,more and more stars6 behold yon hazy arch ,spanning the vault on high1 ,by planets traversed in majestic march1 ,seeming to earth's dull eye ,a breath of gleaming air3 but take thou wing ,of ,faith and upward spring3-- ,into a thousand stars the misty light ,will part2 each star a world with its own day and night4 ,not otherwise of yonder ,saintly host ,upon the glorious shore ,deem thou4 ,he marks them all1 not one is lost2 ,by name ,he counts them o'er4 ,full many a soul1 to man's dim praise unknown1 ,may on its glory throne ,as brightly shine1 and prove as strong in prayer ,as theirs1 whose separate beams shoot keenest thro' this air4 ,,john ,,keble4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,ministry ,,of ,,angels4 ,,from ,,the ,,fa,,rie ,,queene1 ,,book ,,ii4 ,,canto #h4 ,and is there care in heaven8 ,and is there love ,in heavenly spirits to these creatures base1 ,that may compassion of their evils move8 ,there is3--else much more wretched were the case ,of men than beasts3 but ,o the exceeding grace ,of ,highest ,god6 that loves his creatures so1 ,and all his workes with mercy doth embrace1 ,that blessd angels he sends to and fro1 ,to serve to wicked man1 to serve his wicked foe6 ,how oft do they their silver bowers leave1 ,to come to succour us that succour want6 ,how oft do they with golden pinions cleave ,the flitting skyes1 like flying pursuivant1 ,against fowle feendes to ayd us militant6 ,they for us fight1 they watch1 and dewly ward1 ,and their bright squadrons round about us plant2 ,and all for love1 and nothing for reward2 ,o1 why should heavenly ,god to men have such regard6 ,,edmund ,,spenser4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,saint ,,agnes4 ,deep on the convent-roof the snows ,are sparkling to the moon3 ,my breath to heaven like vapor goes3 ,may my soul follow soon6 ,the shadows of the convent-towers ,slant down the snowy sward1 ,still creeping with the creeping hours ,that lead me to my ,lord3 ,make ,thou my spirit pure and clear ,as are the frosty skies1 ,or this first snow-drop of the year ,that in my bosom lies4 ,as these white robes are soiled and dark1 ,to yonder shining ground2 ,as this pale taper's earthly spark1 ,to yonder argent round2 ,so shows my soul before the ,lamb1 ,my spirit before ,thee2 ,so in mine earthly house ,i am1 ,to that ,i hope to be4 ,break up the heavens1 ,o ,lord6 and far1 ,through all yon starlight keen1 ,draw me1 thy bride1 a glittering star1 ,in raiment white and clean4 ,he lifts me to the golden doors2 ,the flashes come and go2 ,all heaven bursts her starry floors1 ,and strows her lights below1 ,and deepens on and up6 the gates ,roll backhand far within ,for me the ,heavenly ,bridegroom waits1 ,to make me pure of sin4 ,the sabbath of ,eternity1 ,one sabbath deep and wide-- ,a light upon the shining sea-- ,the ,bridegroom with his bride6 ,,alfred1 ,,lord ,,tennyson4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,praise ,,of ,,the ,,celestial ,,country4 ,the poem ,de ,contemptu ,mundi was written by ,bernard de ,morlaix1 ,monk of ,cluni4 ,the translation following is of a portion of the poem distinguished by the sub-title ,laus ,patriae ,coelestis4 ,the world is very evil1 ,the times are waxing late2 ,be sober and keep vigil1 ,the ,judge is at the gate1-- ,the ,judge that comes in mercy1 ,the ,judge that comes with might1 ,to terminate the evil1 ,to diadem the right4 ,when the just and gentle ,monarch ,shall summon from the tomb1 ,let man1 the guilty1 tremble1 ,for ,man1 the ,god1 shall doom6 ,arise1 arise1 good ,christian1 ,let right to wrong succeed2 ,let penitential sorrow ,to heavenly gladness lead1-- ,to the light that hath no evening1 ,that knows nor moon nor sun1 ,the light so new and golden1 ,the light that is but one4 ,and when the ,sole-,begotten ,shall render up once more ,the kingdom to the ,father1 ,whose own it was before1 ,then glory yet unheard of ,shall shed abroad its ray1 ,resolving all enigmas1 ,an endless ,sabbath-day4 ,for thee1 ,o dear1 dear ,country6 ,mine eyes their vigils keep2 ,for very love1 beholding ,thy happy name1 they weep4 ,the mention of thy glory ,is unction to the breast1 ,and medicine in sickness1 ,and love1 and life1 and rest4 ,o one1 ,o only ,mansion6 ,o ,paradise of ,joy1 ,where tears are ever banished1 ,and smiles have no alloy6 ,beside thy living waters ,all plants are1 great and small1 ,the cedar of the forest1 ,the hyssop of the wall2 ,with jaspers glow thy bulwarks1 ,thy streets with emeralds blaze1 ,the sardius and the topaz ,unite in thee their rays2 ,thine ageless walls are bonded ,with amethyst unpriced2 ,thy ,saints build up its fabric1 ,and the corner-stone is ,christ4 ,the ,cross is all thy splendor1 ,the ,crucified thy praise2 ,his laud and benediction ,thy ransomed people raise3 ,jesus1 the gem of ,beauty1 ,true ,god and ,man1 they sing1 ,the never-failing ,garden1 ,the ever-golden ,ring2 ,the ,door1 the ,pledge1 the ,husband1 ,the ,guardian of his ,court2 ,the ,day-star of ,salvation1 ,the ,porter and the ,port6 ,thou hast no shore1 fair ocean6 ,thou hast no time1 bright day6 ,dear fountain of refreshment ,to pilgrims far away6 ,upon the ,rock of ,ages ,they raise thy holy tower2 ,thine is the victor's laurel1 ,and thine the golden dower6 ,thou feel'st in mystic rapture1 ,o ,bride that know'st no guile1 ,the ,prince's sweetest kisses1 ,the ,prince's loveliest smile2 ,unfading lilies1 bracelets ,of living pearl thine own2 ,the ,lamb is ever near thee1 ,the ,bridegroom thine alone4 ,the ,crown is he to guerdon1 ,the ,buckler to protect1 ,and he himself the ,mansion1 ,and he the ,architect4 ,the only art thou needest-- ,thanksgiving for thy lot2 ,the only joy thou seekest-- ,the ,life where ,death is not4 ,and all thine endless leisure1 ,in sweetest accents1 sings ,the ill that was thy merit1 ,the wealth that is thy ,king's6 ,jerusalem the golden1 ,with milk and honey blest1 ,beneath thy contemplation ,sink heart and voice oppressed4 ,i know not1 ,o ,i know not1 ,what social joys are there6 ,what radiancy of glory1 ,what light beyond compare6 ,and when ,i fain would sing them1 ,my spirit fails and faints2 ,and vainly would it image ,the assembly of the ,saints4 ,they stand1 those halls of ,zion1 ,conjubilant with song1 ,and bright with many an angel1 ,and all the martyr throng2 ,the ,prince is ever in them1 ,the daylight is serene2 ,the pastures of the ,blessd ,are decked in glorious sheen4 ,there is the ,throne of ,david1 ,and there1 from care released1 ,the song of them that triumph1 ,the shout of them that feast2 ,and they who1 with their ,leader1 ,have conquered in the fight1 ,forever and forever ,are clad in robes of white6 ,o holy1 placid harp-notes ,of that eternal hymn6 ,o sacred1 sweet reflection1 ,and peace of ,seraphim6 ,o thirst1 forever ardent1 ,yet evermore content6 ,o true peculiar vision ,of ,god cunctipotent6 ,ye know the many mansions ,for many a glorious name1 ,and divers retributions ,that divers merits claim2 ,for midst the constellations ,that deck our earthly sky1 ,this star than that is brighter-- ,and so it is on high4 ,jerusalem the glorious6 ,the glory of the ,elect6 ,o dear and future vision ,that eager hearts expect6 ,even now by faith ,i see thee1 ,even here thy walls discern2 ,to thee my thoughts are kindled1 ,and strive1 and pant1 and yearn4 ,jerusalem the only1 ,that look'st from heaven below1 ,in thee is all my glory1 ,in me is all my woe2 ,and though my body may not1 ,my spirit seeks thee fain1 ,till flesh and earth return me ,to earth and flesh again4 ,o none can tell thy bulwarks1 ,how gloriously they rise6 ,o none can tell thy capitals ,of beautiful device6 ,thy loveliness oppresses ,all human thought and heart2 ,and none1 ,o peace1 ,o ,zion1 ,can sing thee as thou art6 ,new mansion of new people1 ,whom ,god's own love and light ,promote1 increase1 make holy1 ,identify1 unite6 ,thou ,city of the ,angels6 ,thou ,city of the ,lord6 ,whose everlasting music ,is the glorious decachord6 ,and there the band of ,prophets ,united praise ascribes1 ,and there the twelvefold chorus ,of ,israel's ransomed tribes4 ,the lily-beds of virgins1 ,the roses' martyr-glow1 ,the cohort of the ,fathers ,who kept the faith below4 ,and there the ,sole-,begotten ,is ,lord in regal state1-- ,he1 ,judah's mystic ,lion1 ,he1 ,lamb ,immaculate4 ,o fields that know no sorrow6 ,o state that fears no strife6 ,o princely bowers6 ,o land of flowers6 ,o realm and home of ,life6 ,jerusalem1 exulting ,on that securest shore1 ,i hope thee1 wish thee1 sing thee1 ,and love thee evermore6 ,i ask not for my merit1 ,i seek not to deny ,my merit is destruction1 ,a child of wrath am ,i2 ,but yet with faith ,i venture ,and hope upon my way2 ,for those perennial guerdons ,i labor night and day4 ,the best and dearest ,father1 ,who made me and who saved1 ,bore with me in defilement1 ,and from defilement laved1 ,when in his strength ,i struggle1 ,for very joy ,i leap1 ,when in my sin ,i totter1 ,i weep1 or try to weep3 ,then grace1 sweet grace celestial1 ,shall all its love display1 ,and ,david's ,royal ,fountain ,purge every sin away4 ,o mine1 my golden ,zion6 ,o lovelier far than gold1 ,with laurel-girt battalions1 ,and safe victorious fold6 ,o sweet and blessd ,country1 ,shall ,i ever see thy face8 ,o sweet and blessd ,country1 ,shall ,i ever win thy grace8 ,i have the hope within me ,to comfort and to bless6 ,shall ,i ever win the prize itself8 ,o tell me1 tell me1 ,yes6 ,exult6 ,o dust and ashes6 ,the ,lord shall be thy part2 ,his only1 his forever1 ,thou shalt be1 and thou art6 ,exult1 ,o dust and ashes6 ,the ,lord shall be thy part2 ,his only1 his forever1 ,thou shalt be1 and thou art6 ,from the ,latin of ,,bernard ,,de ,,morlaix4 ,translation of ,,john ,,mason ,,neale4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,new ,,jerusalem2 ,,or1 ,,the ,,soul',s ,,breathing ,,after ,,the ,,heavenly ,,country4 ,since ,christ's fair truth needs no man's art1 ,take this rude song in better part4 ,o mother dear1 ,jerusalem1 ,when shall ,i come to thee8 ,when shall my sorrows have an end-- ,thy joys when shall ,i see8 ,o happy harbor of ,god's saints6 ,o sweet and pleasant soil6 ,in thee no sorrows can be found-- ,no grief1 no care1 no toil4 ,in thee no sickness is at all1 ,no hurt1 nor any sore2 ,there is no death nor ugly night1 ,but life for evermore4 ,no dimming cloud o'ershadows thee1 ,no cloud nor darksome night1 ,but every soul shines as the sun-- ,for ,god himself gives light4 ,there lust and lucre cannot dwell1 ,there envy bears no sway2 ,there is no hunger1 thirst1 nor heat4 ,but pleasures every way4 ,jerusalem6 ,jerusalem6 ,would ,god ,i were in thee6 ,oh6 that my sorrows had an end1 ,thy joys that ,i might see6 ,no pains1 no pangs1 no grieving griefs1 ,no woful night is there2 ,no sigh1 no sob1 no cry is heard-- ,no well-away1 no fear4 ,jerusalem the city is ,of ,god our king alone2 ,the ,lamb of ,god1 the light thereof1 ,sits there upon ,his throne4 ,o ,god6 that ,i ,jerusalem ,with speed may go behold6 ,for why8 the pleasures there abound ,which here cannot be told4 ,thy turrets and thy pinnacles ,with carbuncles do shine-- ,with jasper1 pearl1 and chrysolite1 ,surpassing pure and fine4 ,thy houses are of ivory1 ,thy windows crystal clear1 ,thy streets are laid with beaten gold-- ,there angels do appear4 ,thy walls are made of precious stone1 ,thy bulwarks diamond square1 ,thy gates are made of orient pearl-- ,o ,god6 if ,i were there6 ,within thy gates no thing can come ,that is not passing clean2 ,no spider's web1 no dirt1 nor dust1 ,no filth may there be seen4 ,jehovah1 ,lord1 now come away1 ,and end my griefs and plaints-- ,take me to ,thy ,jerusalem1 ,and place me with ,thy saints6 ,who there are crowned with glory great1 ,and see ,god face to face1 ,they triumph still1 and aye rejoice-- ,most happy is their case4 ,but we that are in banishment1 ,continually do moan2 ,we sigh1 we mourn1 we sob1 we weep-- ,perpetually we groan4 ,our sweetness mixd is with gall1 ,our pleasures are but pain1 ,our joys not worth the looking on-- ,our sorrows aye remain4 ,but there they live in such delight1 ,such pleasure and such play1 ,that unto them a thousand years ,seems but as yesterday4 ,o my sweet home1 ,jerusalem6 ,thy joys when shall ,i see-- ,the ,king sitting upon ,his throne1 ,and thy felicity8 ,thy vineyards1 and thy orchards1 ,so wonderfully rare1 ,are furnished with all kinds of fruit1 ,most beautifully fair4 ,thy gardens and thy goodly walks ,continually are green2 ,there grow such sweet and pleasant flowers ,as nowhere else are seen4 ,there cinnamon and sugar grow1 ,there nard and balm abound2 ,no tongue can tell1 no heart can think1 ,the pleasures there are found4 ,there nectar and ambrosia spring-- ,there music's ever sweet2 ,there many a fair and dainty thing ,are trod down under feet4 ,quite through the streets1 with pleasant sound1 ,the flood of life doth flow2 ,upon the banks1 on every side1 ,the trees of life do grow4 ,these trees each month yield ripened fruit-- ,for evermore they spring2 ,and all the nations of the world ,to thee their honors bring4 ,jerusalem1 ,god's dwelling-place1 ,full sore ,i long to see2 ,oh6 that my sorrows had an end1 ,that ,i might dwell in thee6 ,there ,david stands1 with harp in hand1 ,as master of the choir2 ,a thousand times that man were blest ,that might his music hear4 ,there ,mary sings ,magnificat1 ,with tunes surpassing sweet2 ,and all the virgins bear their part1 ,singing around her feet4 ,te ,deum1 doth ,saint ,ambrose sing1 ,saint ,austin doth the like2 ,old ,simeon and ,zacharie ,have not their songs to seek4 ,there ,magdalene hath left her moan1 ,and cheerfully doth sing1 ,with all blest saints whose harmony ,through every street doth ring4 ,jerusalem6 ,jerusalem6 ,thy joys fain would ,i see2 ,come quickly1 ,lord1 and end my grief1 ,and take me home to ,thee2 ,oh6 paint ,thy name on my forehead1 ,and take me hence away1 ,that ,i may dwell with ,thee in bliss1 ,and sing ,thy praises aye4 ,jerusalem1 the happy home-- ,jehovah's throne on high6 ,o sacred city1 queen1 and wife ,of ,christ eternally6 ,o comely queen with glory clad1 ,with honor and degree1 ,all fair thou art1 exceeding bright-- ,no spot there is in thee6 ,i long to see ,jerusalem1 ,the comfort of us all2 ,for thou art fair and beautiful-- ,none ill can thee befall4 ,in thee1 ,jerusalem1 ,i say1 ,no darkness dare appear-- ,no night1 no shade1 no winter foul-- ,no time doth alter there4 ,no candle needs1 no moon to shine1 ,no glittering star to light2 ,for ,christ1 the king of righteousness1 ,for ever shineth bright4 ,a lamb unspotted1 white and pure1 ,to thee doth stand in lieu ,of light--so great the glory is ,thine heavenly king to view4 ,he is the ,king of kings beset ,in midst ,his servants' sight3 ,and they1 ,his happy household all1 ,do serve ,him day and night4 ,there1 there the choir of angels sing-- ,there the supernal sort ,of citizens1 which hence are rid ,from dangers deep1 do sport4 ,there be the prudent prophets all1 ,the apostles six and six1 ,the glorious martyrs in a row1 ,and confessors betwixt4 ,there doth the crew of righteous men ,and matrons all consist-- ,young men and maids that here on earth ,their pleasures did resist4 ,the sheep and lambs1 that hardly 'scaped ,the snare of death and hell1 ,triumph in joy eternally1 ,whereof no tongue can tell2 ,and though the glory of each one ,doth differ in degree1 ,yet is the joy of all alike ,and common1 as we see4 ,there love and charity do reign1 ,and ,christ is all in all1 ,whom they most perfectly behold ,in joy celestial4 ,they love1 they praise--they praise1 they love2 ,they ,holy1 holy1 cry2 ,they neither toil1 nor faint1 nor end1 ,but laud continually4 ,oh6 happy thousand times were ,i1 ,if1 after wretched days1 ,i might with listening ears conceive ,those heavenly songs of praise1 ,which to the eternal king are sung ,by happy wights above-- ,by savd souls and angels sweet1 ,who love the ,god of love4 ,oh6 passing happy were my state1 ,might ,i be worthy found ,to wait upon my ,god and king1 ,his praises there to sound2 ,and to enjoy my ,christ above1 ,his favor and ,his grace1 ,according to ,his promise made1 ,which here ,i interlace3 ,o ,father dear1 quoth ,he1 let them ,which ,thou hast put of old ,to me1 be there where lo6 ,i am-- ,thy glory to behold2 ,which ,i with ,thee1 before the world ,was made in perfect wise1 ,have had--from whence the fountain great ,of glory doth arise4 ,again3 ,if any man will serve ,thee1 let him follow me2 ,for where ,i am1 he there1 right sure1 ,then shall my servant be4 ,and still3 ,if any man loves me1 ,him loves my ,father dear1 ,whom ,i do love--to him myself ,in glory will appear4 ,lord1 take away my misery1 ,that then ,i may be bold ,with ,thee1 in ,thy ,jerusalem1 ,thy glory to behold2 ,and so in ,zion see my king1 ,my love1 my ,lord1 my all-- ,where now as in a glass ,i see1 ,there face to face ,i shall4 ,oh6 blessd are the pure in heart-- ,their sovereign they shall see2 ,o ye most happy1 heavenly wights1 ,which of ,god's household be6 ,o ,lord1 with speed dissolve my bands1 ,these gins and fetters strong2 ,for ,i have dwelt within the tents ,of ,kedar over long4 ,yet search me1 ,lord1 and find me out6 ,fetch me ,thy fold unto1 ,that all ,thy angels may rejoice1 ,while all ,thy will ,i do4 ,o mother dear6 ,jerusalem6 ,when shall ,i come to thee8 ,when shall my sorrows have an end1 ,thy joys when shall ,i see8 ,yet once again ,i pray ,thee1 ,lord1 ,to quit me from all strife1 ,that to ,thy hill ,i may attain1 ,and dwell there all my life-- ,with cherubim and seraphim ,and holy souls of men1 ,to sing ,thy praise1 ,o ,god of hosts6 ,forever and amen6 ,,anonymous4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,paradise4 ,o ,paradise1 ,o ,paradise1 ,who doth not crave for rest1 ,who would not seek the happy land ,where they that loved are blest8 ,where loyal hearts and true ,stand ever in the light1 ,all rapture through and through1 ,in ,god's most holy sight4 ,o ,paradise1 ,o ,paradise1 ,the world is growing old2 ,who would not be at rest and free ,where love is never cold8 ,where loyal hearts and true ,stand ever in the light1 ,all rapture through and through1 ,in ,god's most holy sight4 ,o ,paradise1 ,o ,paradise1 ,wherefore doth death delay8-- ,bright death1 that is the welcome dawn ,of our eternal day2 ,where loyal hearts and true ,stand ever in the light1 ,all rapture through and through1 ,in ,god's most holy sight4 ,o ,paradise1 ,o ,paradise1 ',tis weary waiting here2 ,i long to be where ,jesus is1 ,to feel1 to see him near2 ,where loyal hearts and true ,stand ever in the light1 ,all rapture through and through1 ,in ,god's most holy sight4 ,o ,paradise1 ,o ,paradise1 ,i want to sin no more1 ,i want to be as pure on earth ,as on thy spotless shore2 ,where loyal hearts and true ,stand ever in the light1 ,all rapture through and through1 ,in ,god's most holy sight4 ,o ,paradise1 ,o ,paradise1 ,i greatly long to see ,the special place my dearest ,lord ,is destining for me2 ,where loyal hearts and true ,stand ever in the light1 ,all rapture through and through1 ,in ,god's most holy sight4 ,o ,paradise1 ,o ,paradise1 ,i feel 'twill not be long2 ,patience6 ,i almost think ,i hear ,faint fragments of thy song2 ,where loyal hearts and true ,stand ever in the light1 ,all rapture through and through1 ,in ,god's most holy sight4 ,,frederick ,,william ,,faber4 ,,from ,,the ,,divine ,,comedy4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,hell4 ,,inscription ,,over ,,the ,,gate4 ,,canto ,,iii4 ,through me you pass into the city of woe3 ,through me you pass into eternal pain3 ,through me among the people lost for aye4 ,justice the founder of my fabric moved3 ,to rear me was the task of power divine1 ,supremest wisdom1 and primeval love4 ,before me things create were none1 save things ,eternal1 and eternal ,i endure4 ,all hope abandon1 ye who enter here4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,purgatory4 ,,prayer4 ,,canto ,,vi4 ,when ,i was freed ,from all those spirits1 who prayed for others' prayers ,to hasten on their state of blessedness2 ,straight ,i began3 ,o thou1 my luminary6 ,it seems expressly in thy text denied1 ,that ,heaven's supreme decree can ever bend ,to supplication2 yet with this design ,do these entreat4 ,can then their hope be vain8 ,or is thy saying not to be revealed8 ,he thus to me3 ,both what ,i write is plain1 ,and these deceived not in their hope2 if well ,thy mind consider1 that the sacred height ,of judgment doth not stoop1 because love's flame ,in a short moment all fulfils1 which he1 ,who sojourns here1 in right should satisfy4 ,besides1 when ,i this point concluded thus1 ,by praying no defect could be supplied3 ,because the prayer had none access to ,god4 ,yet in this deep suspicion rest thou not ,contented1 unless she assure thee so1 ,who betwixt truth and mind infuses light3 ,i know not if thou take me right2 ,i mean ,beatrice4 ,her thou shalt behold above1 ,upon this mountain's crown1 fair seat of joy4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,prayer ,,of ,,penitents4 ,,canto ,,xi4 ,o thou ,almighty ,father6 who dost make ,the heavens thy dwelling1 not in bounds confined1 ,but that1 with love intenser1 there thou view'st ,thy primal effluence2 hallowed be thy name3 ,join1 each created being1 to extol ,thy might2 for worthy humblest thanks and praise ,is thy blest ,spirit4 ,may thy kingdom's peace ,come unto us2 for we1 unless it come1 ,with all our striving1 thither tend in vain4 ,as1 of their will1 the angels unto thee ,tender meet sacrifice1 circling thy throne ,with loud hosannas2 so of theirs be done ,by saintly men on earth4 ,grant us1 this day1 ,our daily manna1 without which he roams ,through this rough desert retrograde1 who most ,toils to advance his steps4 ,as we to each ,pardon the evil done us1 pardon thou ,benign1 and of our merit take no count4 ',gainst the old adversary1 prove thou not ,our virtue1 easily subdued2 but free ,from his incitements1 and defeat his wiles4 ,this last petition1 dearest ,lord6 is made ,not for ourselves2 since that were needless now2 ,but for their sakes who after us remain4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,man',s ,,free-,,will4 ,,canto ,,xvi4 ,ye1 who live1 ,do so each cause refer to heaven above1 ,e'en as its motion1 of necessity1 ,drew with it all that moves4 ,if this were so1 ,free choice in you were none2 nor justice would ,there should be joy for virtue1 woe for ill4 ,your movements have their primal bent from heaven2 ,not all3 yet said ,i all2 what then ensues8 ,light have ye still to follow evil or good1 ,and of the will free power1 which1 if it stand ,firm and unwearied in ,heaven's first assay1 ,conquers at last1 so it be cherished well1 ,triumphant over all4 ,to mightier force1 ,to better nature subject1 ye abide ,free1 not constrained by that which forms in you ,the reasoning mind uninfluenced of the stars4 ,if then the present race of mankind err1 ,seek in yourselves the cause1 and find it there4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,fire ,,of ,,purification4 ,,canto ,,xxvii4 ,now was the sun so stationed1 as when first ,his early radiance quivers on the heights1 ,where streamed his ,maker's blood2 while ,libra hangs ,above ,hesperian ,ebro2 and new fires1 ,meridian1 flash on ,ganges' yellow tide4 ,so day was sinking1 when the angel of ,god ,appeared before us4 ,joy was in his mien4 ,forth of the flame he stood upon the brink2 ,and with a voice1 whose lively clearness far ,surpassed our human1 ,blessed are the pure ,in heart1 he sang3 then near him as we came1 ,go ye not further1 holy spirits6 he cried1 ,ere the fire pierce you3 enter in2 and list ,attentive to the song ye hear from thence4 ,i1 when ,i heard his saying1 was as one ,laid in the grave4 ,my hands together clasped1 ,and upward stretching1 on the fire ,i looked2 ,and busy fancy conjured up the forms ,erewhile beheld alive consumed in flames4 ,the escorting spirits turned with gentle looks ,toward me2 and the ,mantuan spake3 ,my son1 ,here torment thou may'st feel1 but canst not death4 ,remember thee1 remember thee1 if ,i ,safe e'en on ,geryon brought thee2 now ,i come ,more near to ,god1 wilt thou not trust me now8 ,of this be sure2 though in its womb that flame ,a thousand years contained thee1 from thy head ,no hair should perish4 ,if thou doubt my truth1 ,approach2 and with thy hands thy vesture's hem ,stretch forth1 and for thyself confirm belief4 ,lay now all fear1 oh6 lay all fear aside4 ,turn hither1 and come onward undismayed4 ,i still1 though conscience urged1 no step advanced4 99 99 99 99 99 ,into the fire before me then he walked3 ,and ,statius1 who erewhile no little space ,had parted us1 he prayed to come behind4 ,i would have cast me into molten glass ,to cool me1 when ,i entered2 so intense ,raged the conflagrant mass4 ,the sire beloved1 ,to comfort me1 as he proceeded1 still ,of ,beatrice talked4 ,her eyes1 saith he1 ,e'en now ,i seem to view4 ,from the other side ,a voice1 that sang1 did guide us2 and the voice ,following1 with heedful ear1 we issued forth1 ,there where the path led upward4 ,come1 we heard1 ,come1 blessd of my ,father4 ,such the sounds1 ,that hailed us from within a light1 which shone ,so radiant1 ,i could not endure the view4 ,the sun1 it added1 hastes3 and evening comes4 ,delay not3 ere the western sky is hung ,with blackness1 strive ye for the pass4 ,our way ,upright within the rock arose1 and faced ,such part of heaven1 that from before my steps ,the beams were shrouded of the sinking sun4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,paradise4 ,,sin ,,and ,,redemption4 ,,canto ,,vii4 ,what ,i have heard1 ,is plain1 thou say'st3 but wherefore ,god this way ,for our redemption chose1 eludes my search4 ,brother6 no eye of man not perfected1 ,nor fully ripened in the flame of love1 ,may fathom this decree4 ,it is a mark1 ,in sooth1 much aimed at1 and but little kenned3 ,and ,i will therefore show thee why such way ,was worthiest4 ,the celestial love1 that spurns ,all envying in its bounty1 in itself ,with such effulgence blazeth1 as sends forth ,all beauteous things eternal4 ,what distils ,immediate thence1 no end of being knows2 ,bearing its seal immutably imprest4 ,whatever thence immediate falls1 is free1 ,free wholly1 uncontrollable by power ,of each thing new3 by such conformity ,more grateful to its author1 whose bright beams1 ,though all partake their shining1 yet in those ,are liveliest1 which resemble him the most4 ,these tokens of pre-eminence on man ,largely bestowed1 if any of them fail1 ,he needs must forfeit his nobility1 ,no longer stainless4 ,sin alone is that1 ,which doth disfranchise him1 and make unlike ,to the chief good2 for that its light in him ,is darkened4 ,and to dignity thus lost ,is no return2 unless1 where guilt makes void1 ,he for ill pleasure pay with equal pain4 ,your nature1 which entirely in its seed ,transgressed1 from these distinctions fell1 no less ,than from its state in ,paradise2 nor means ,found on recovery 7search all methods out ,as strictly as thou may7 save one of these1 ,the only fords were left through which to wade3 ,either1 that ,god had of his courtesy ,released him merely2 or else1 man himself ,for his own folly by himself atoned4 ,fix now thine eye1 intently as thou canst1 ,on the everlasting counsel2 and explore1 ,instructed by my words1 the dread abyss4 ,man in himself had ever lacked the means ,of satisfaction1 for he could not stoop ,obeying1 in humility so low1 ,as high1 he1 disobeying1 thought to soar3 ,and1 for this reason1 he had vainly tried1 ,out of his own sufficiency1 to pay ,the rigid satisfaction4 ,then behoved ,that ,god should by his own ways lead him back ,unto the life1 from whence he fell1 restored3 ,by both his ways1 ,i mean1 or one alone4 ,but since the deed is ever prized the more4 ,the more the doer's good intent appears2 ,goodness celestial1 whose broad signature ,is on the universe1 of all its ways ,to raise ye up1 was fain to leave out none4 ,nor aught so vast or so magnificent1 ,either for him who gave or who received1 ,between the last night and the primal day1 ,was or can be4 ,for ,god more bounty showed1 ,giving himself to make man capable ,of his return to life1 than had the terms ,been mere and unconditional release4 ,and for his justice1 every method else ,were all too scant1 had not the ,son of ,god ,humbled himself to put on mortal flesh4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,triumph ,,of ,,christ4 ,,canto ,,xiv4 ,and lo6 forthwith there rose up round about ,a lustre1 over that already there2 ,of equal clearness1 like the brightening up ,of the horizon4 ,as at evening hour ,of twilight1 new appearances through heaven ,peer with faint glimmer1 doubtfully descried2 ,so1 there1 new substances methought1 began ,to rise in view beyond the other twain1 ,and wheeling1 sweep their ampler circuit wide4 ,o genuine glitter of eternal ,beam6 ,with what a sudden whiteness did it flow1 ,o'erpowering vision in me4 ,but so fair1 ,so passing lovely1 ,beatrice showed1 ,mind cannot follow it1 nor words express ,her infinite sweetness4 ,thence mine eyes regained ,power to look up2 and ,i beheld myself1 ,sole with my lady1 to more lofty bliss ,translated3 for the star1 with warmer smile ,impurpled1 well denoted our ascent4 ,with all the heart1 and with that tongue which speaks ,the same in all1 an holocaust ,i made ,to ,god befitting the new grace vouchsafed4 ,and from my bosom had not yet upsteamed ,the fuming of that incense1 when ,i knew ,the rite accepted4 ,with such mighty sheen ,and mantling crimson1 in two listed rays ,the splendors shot before me1 that ,i cried1 ,god of ,sabaoth6 that dost prank them thus6 ,as leads the galaxy from pole to pole1 ,distinguished into greater lights and less1 ,its pathway1 which the wisest fail to spell2 ,so thickly studded1 in the depth of ,mars1 ,those rays described the venerable sign1 ,that quadrants in the round conjoining frame4 ,here memory mocks the toil of genius4 ,christ ,beamed on that cross2 and pattern fails me now4 ,but whoso takes his cross1 and follows ,christ1 ,will pardon me for that ,i leave untold1 ,when in the fleckered dawning he shall spy ,the glitterance of ,christ4 ,from horn to horn1 ,and 'tween the summit and the base1 did move ,lights1 scintillating1 as they met and passed4 ,thus oft are seen with ever-changeful glance1 ,straight or athwart1 now rapid and now slow1 ,the atomies of bodies1 long or short1 ,to move along the sunbeam1 whose slant line ,checkers the shadow interposed by art ,against the noontide heat4 ,and as the chime ,of minstrel music1 dulcimer1 and harp ,with many strings1 a pleasant dinning makes ,to him1 who heareth not distinct the note2 ,so from the lights1 which there appeared to me1 ,gathered along the cross a melody1 ,that1 indistinctly heard1 with ravishment ,possessed me4 ,yet ,i marked it was a hymn ,of lofty praises2 for there came to me ,arise1 and ,conquer1 as to one who hears ,and comprehends not4 ,me such ecstasy ,o'ercame1 that never1 till that hour1 was thing ,that held me in so sweet imprisonment4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,the ,,saints ,,in ,,glory4 ,,canto ,,xxxi4 ,in fashion1 as a snow-white rose1 lay then ,before my view the saintly multitude1 ,which is his own blood ,christ espoused4 ,meanwhile1 ,that other host1 that soar aloft to gaze ,and celebrate his glory1 whom they love1 ,hovered around2 and1 like a troop of bees1 ,amid the vernal sweets alighting now1 ,now1 clustering1 where their fragrant labor glows1 ,flew downward to the mighty flower1 or rose ,from the redundant petals1 streaming back ,unto the steadfast dwelling of their joy4 ,faces had they of flame1 and wings of gold3 ,the rest was whiter than the driven snow2 ,and1 as they flitted down into the flower1 ,from range to range1 fanning their plumy loins1 ,whispered the peace and ardor1 which they won ,from that soft winnowing4 ,shadow none1 the vast ,interposition of such numerous flight ,cast1 from above1 upon the flower1 or view ,obstructed aught4 ,for1 through the universe1 ,wherever merited1 celestial light ,glides freely1 and no obstacle prevents4 ,all there1 who reign in safety and in bliss1 ,ages long past or new1 on one sole mark ,their love and vision fixed4 ,o trinal beam ,of individual star1 that charm'st them thus6 ,vouchsafe one glance to gild our storm below4 ,if the grim brood1 from ,arctic shores that roamed 7,where ,helice forever1 as she wheels1 ,sparkles a mother's fondness on her son71 ,stood in mute wonder mid the works of ,rome1 ,when to their view the ,lateran arose ,in greatness more than earthly2 ,i1 who then ,from human to divine had passed1 from time ,unto eternity1 and out of ,florence ,to justice and to truth1 how might ,i chuse ,but marvel too8 ',twixt gladness and amaze1 ,in sooth1 no will had ,i to utter aught1 ,or hear4 ,and1 as a pilgrim1 when he rests ,within the temple of his vow1 looks round ,in breathless awe1 and hopes some time to tell ,of all its goodly state2 e'en so mine eyes ,coursed up and down along the living light1 ,now low1 and now aloft1 and now around1 ,visiting every step4 ,looks ,i beheld1 ,where charity in soft persuasion sat2 ,smiles from within1 and radiance from above2 ,and1 in each gesture1 grace and honor high4 ,so roved my ken1 and in its general form ,all ,paradise surveyed4 ,,dante4 ,translation of ,,henry ,,francis ,,cary4