THE LORD'S DAY. 565 To-day is life in blossom: A spirit within us springing We sun us in its brightness; The gladsome Sunday school! Here learn we how to lighten The heaviest lot, and brighten The day most dark and dule, And lay up childhood's treasure, To reap immortal pleasure Even in a Sunday school. The summer earth rejoices, This was first used in a collection of hymns, by a committee of the Methodist Protestant Church, by permission of the author, in 1860. LORD of all being throned afar, Lord of all life, below, above, Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love, Before thy ever-blazing throne We ask no lustre of our own. Grant us thy truth to make us free, One holy light, one heavenly flame. And could I bear to sit alone Mid nature's fixed benignities, While my warm pulse was moving. Too dark thou art, O glittering sun, Too strait ye are, capacious seas, To satisfy the loving. It seems a better lot than so, To sit with friends beneath the beech, And call them dear and dearer; Or follow children as they go In pretty pairs, with softened speech As the church-bells ring nearer. Love me, sweet friends, this Sabbath day, And kneel, where once I knelt to pray, Because the voice has faltered. And though this Sabbath comes to me Without the stoled minister Or chanting congregation, God's spirit brings communion, HE Who brooded soft on waters drear, Creator on creation. Himself, I think, shall draw me higher. And on that sea commixed with fire ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. May grace be given that I may walk therein, Not like the hireling, for his selfish gain, With backward glances and reluctant tread, Making a merit of his coward dread, — But, cheerful, in the light around me thrown, Walking as one to pleasant service led; Doing God's will as if it were my own, Yet trusting not in mine, but in his strength alone! JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. SUNDAY. EDMUND SPENSER, the most poetical of English poets, was born in London in 1552 or 1553. and died there Jan. 16, 1599. He is best known as the author of an allegorical religious poem entitled "The Faerie Queene." MOST glorious Lord of life, that on this day Didst make thy triumph over death and sin, And, having harrowed hell, didst bring away Captivity thence captive, us to win ; This joyous day, dear Lord, with joy begin, And grant that we, for whom thou didest die, Being with thy dear blood clean washed from sin, May live forever in felicity: And that thy love we weighing worthily, So let us love, dear love, like as we ought: 1593. EDMUND SPENSER. FIRST-DAY THOUGHTS. IN calm and cool and silence, once again Shall utter words; where never hymn is sung, Nor deep-toned organ blown, nor censer swung, Nor dim light falling through the pictured pane! There, syllabled by silence, let me hear Read in my heart a still diviner law, FOR THE LORD'S DAY. Sweet is the day of sacred rest; My heart shall triumph in my Lord, Fools never raise their thoughts so high; Like brutes they live, like brutes they die : Like grass they flourish, till thy breath Blasts them in everlasting death. |