Though dawning morn should only show "And if our fate be death, give light and let us die."* Unwise I deem them, LORD, unmeet And this our frail and foundering bark 'Tis so in war-the champion true Loves victory more, when dim in view He sees her glories gild afar The dusky edge of stubborn war, Than if th' untrodden bloodless field The harvest of her laurels yield; Let not my bark in calm abide, But win her fearless way against the chafing tide. "Tis so in love-the faithful heart From her dim vision would not part, That purest spot in Fancy's heaven, Though pledg'd her own and sure t'abide: Dearer than every past noon-day That twilight gleam to her, though faint and far away.† *'Ev de gari zaι olɛoσov. The prayer of Ajax—“Light though I perish." Homer. [Heu, quanto minus tui meminisse quam reliquis versari. Shenstone's Epitaph on Miss Dolman.] So have I seen some tender flower And trust it from our sight, not needing our caress. And wherefore is the sweet spring tide Our frail immortal souls, His work and Satan's thrall. So be it, LORD; I know it best, Than close with aught beside, to last eternally. What is the Heaven we idly dream? A soul that once had tasted of immortal Truth. * * ["The bird that we nurse is the bird that we love."] What is the heaven our God bestows? No prophet yet, no angel knows; Could see across Eternity; Not seraph's wing for ever soaring Can pass the flight of souls adoring, To th' unapproached LORD, once made for them so low." Unseen, unfelt their earthly growth, The breath of GOD shall wake them into od'rous bloom. Then on th' incarnate SAVIOUR's breast, Daily to lose themselves in hope to find their Gop. SEPTUAGESIMA SUNDAY.* The invisible things of Him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things which are made. Romans i. 20. [O Lord, we beseech thee favourably to hear the prayers of thy people, that we, who are justly punished for our offences, may be mercifully delivered by thy goodness, for the glory of thy name, through Jesus Christ our Saviour, who liveth and reigneth with thee and the Holy Ghost, ever one God, world without end. Amen. * THERE is a book, who runs may read, And all the lore its scholars need, The works of God above, below, Are pages in that book, to show The glorious sky embracing all The Moon above, the Church below, A wondrous race they run, But all their radiance, all their glow, The Saviour lends the light and heat That crowns his holy hill; [The three Sundays next preceding Lent are called, respectively, Septuagesima, Sexagesima and Quinquagesima Sundays, because nearly seventy, sixty, and fifty days before Easter. The services appointed for them are designed as a preparation for the due observance of the Lenten fast.] The saints, like stars, around his seat, The saints above are stars in heaven→→→ Like trees they stand whom God has given,t Faith is their fixed unswerving root, Fair deeds of charity their fruit, The dew of heaven is like thy grace,‡ But where it lights, the favour'd place One Name above all glorious names The raging Fire,§ the roaring Wind, Two worlds are ours: 'tis only Sin The mystic heaven and earth within, Thou, who hast given me eyes to see Give me a heart to find out Thee, * Daniel xii. 3. t Isaiah lx. 21. Psalm Ixviii. 9. § Hebrews xii. 29. St. John iii. 8. |