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Oh! who shall then survive?
Oh! who shall stand and live?
When for the round earth hung in air,
In the sky's azure canopy;
Is but a fiery deluge without shore,
That in its high meridian noon
Needs not the perish'd sun nor moon :
When from the sea depths, from earth's darkest womb,
Like forest leaves in the autumn of thine ire : Faithful and true! thou still wilt save thine own!
The saints shall dwell within th’unharming fire, Each white robe spotless, blooming every palm.
Even safe as we, by this still fountain's side,
So shall the church, thy bright and mystic bride,
Yes, mid yon angry and destroying signs,
We hail, we bless the covenant of its beam,
For thou wert born of woman! thou didst come,
Not in thy dread omnipotent array;
But thee, a soft and naked child,
Thy mother undefiled,
From off her virgin breast.
Nor stoop'd their lamps th' enthroned fires on high :
The eastern sages leading on
As at a kingly throne,
Before thy infant feet.
Nor at thy presence brake the voice of song,
One angel troop the strain began,
Of all the race of man
And when thou didst depart, no car of flame
Nor visible angels mourn’d with drooping plumes :
For thou didst bear away from earth
But one of human birth,
In Paradise with thee.
Nor o'er thy cross the clouds of vengeance brake;
At that foul deed by her fierce children done;
While thou didst sleep beneath the tomb,
Consenting to thy doom :
Upon the sealed stone.
And when thou didst arise, thou didst not stand
Plaguing the guilty city's murtherous crew;
Then calmly, slowly didst thou rise
Into thy native skies,
In its own radiancy.
When I consider how my light is spent,
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide ;
And that one talent, which is death to hide, Lodg’d with me useless, though my soul more bent, To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he return and chide;
“Doth God exact day-labour, light denied ?" I fondly ask: But nce, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies,—“God doth not need, Either man's work, or his own gifts; who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best; his state Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed,
And post o'er land and ocean, without rest; They also serve, who only stand and wait.”
When faith and love, which parted from thee never,
Meekly thou didst resign this earthly load
Staid not behind, nor in the grave were trod;
But as faith pointed with her golden rod,
Thy handmaids, clad them o'er with purple beams, And azure wings, that up they flew so dress’d,
And spake the truth of thee in glorious themes, Before the Judge; who thenceforth bid thee rest,
And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams.
PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire,
Utter'd or unexprest;
That trembles in the breast.
The falling of a tear :
When none but God is near.
That infant lips can try;
The majesty on high.
The Christian's native air:
He enters Heav'n by prayer.
Returning from his ways;
And say—“Behold he prays !”
In word and deed, and mind, When with the Father and his Son,
Their fellowship they find.