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Can the huge mountains hide me in some cave
Bury me deep beneath the briny flood?-
The proud waves stay, and to their utmost
The firm rocks shake, and own their Maker,
Is there no cleansing stream, no refuge, say,
Peace, troubled spirit-stay the flowing tears,
In willing love He bowed His head and died;
In glory, now, He still invites thy soul
THE RUFFLED NEST.
"As an eagle stirreth up her nest, fluttereth over her young, spreadeth abroad her wings, taketh them, beareth them on her wings; so the Lord alone did lead him, and there was no strange God with him."Deut. xxxii. 11, 12.
HE hath stirred up thy nest, His chastening hand
Has touched thy pleasant gourds, thy brightest hopes
Of happiness, that in this foreign land
Thou mayest not linger by the sunny slopesThe rich and verdant plains, but speed thy way To the bright realms of everlasting day.
He hath stirred up thy nest, to make thee feel Thou hast no portion in this land of woe;
A life of ease, of earthly joy might steal
Thy heart from heaven, and chain thy thoughts below.
Love rules the dealings of thy gracious God, Then faint thou not, but kiss the chastening
What hast thou here? a frail and shattered tent
Linger not here, e'en by the murm'ring fount, Or palm tree's pleasant shade, but onward
And climb with eager foot the heavenly mount, Dwell in the sheltering rock, the cleft of love,
Till Christ, thy glorious Lord, with clouds shall
And call thee hence, to share His heavenly
"For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth, the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; the fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise my love, my fair one, and come away."-Canticles ii. 11-13.
WINTER is over, with its chilling rains,
And the stern frost that bound in icy chains The mourning earth, has melted in the stream Of living light poured from the sun's bright beam.
Fresh from her death-like sleep, Creation wakes, And, with a bound, to life and beauty breaks.
The woody glades, and sloping valleys ring
With Nature's choir, the warbling birds of
Deep in the forest shades, the gentle dove
Breathes a fresh loveliness o'er tree and flower.
Winter is over, and the new-born soul
Basks in the beams of heaven, that now control
The captive soul, fall powerless to the ground.