ANOTHER. It is a sacred calm, Nature looks forth from the eye of closing day, And on heart-feverish mortals strives to lay Her sweet and holy balm. The moon behind the scene Hath climb'd, and gazes on the shaded hill, Terraced with varying woods, so wildly still, And dark green spots between. Silence might here her nest Build undisturb'd-save waters stilly heard At interval, and solitary bird She stops-and still she sings, And sings, O shame in such a scene But truce to thoughts so drear, Sweet lesson here imprest, Calm as the skies deep in the waters laid, That Thou would'st have us walk 'neath Death's dim shade, Not cheerless or unblest. But e'en from Nature's store Gain happier thoughts our better hope to dress, And in subdued and silent lowliness Lean on Thee-more and more. THE OMNIPRESENT FRIEND. Night's solitudes were hung on high, The sea-bird anchor'd without fear, And weary men were in their sea-borne nest, All 'mid the dread immense seem'd slumbering on His breast. At social hearth, where Love's meek balm The mortal joy that wakes the tear— If but content with Thee to be, Should we for ever feel Thee near ; But bow'd to earthly schemes we wander on, Till raised on high we start to find ourselves alone. Thus stray'd to some rock-crowning sod, Some heifer sees the evening close, And to the herdsman tells her woes, Calls from afar, and doubts not of His aid; Happy ere all too late who find that they have stray'd! EVIL OUT OF GOOD. O heavenly Love, thy beaming look With neighbourhood of fairer light, So blended hope with cries of want, That all may have a place in the celestial chaunt. Thus have I seen in sabler tress, A spirit that would all behold In garbs of its own heaviness, So set 'mid minds of sweeter mould, That on its darkness there were thrown The thoughts of gladness not its own, Like cypress dress'd with sunny dew, Or crown'd with trailing flowers a dark unsmiling yew. |