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310 HYMN BEFORE SUNRISE, IN THE VALE OF CHAM'OUNI
Voice of sweet song! Awake, my heart, awake!
Thou first and chief, sole sovran of the vale!
And you, ye.five wild torrents fiercely glad!
Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain, — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet ? — God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer; and let the ice-plains echo, God! God! sing, ye meadow-streams with gladsome voice!
Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds!
Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost!
Thou, too, hoar mount, with thy sky-pointing peaks!
THE PRAISE OF MEN.— Trench.
"Cum laudaris, teipsum contemne."
When men exalt thee with their flatteries,
Think, too, that now thou dost in peril fall
To halls of heavenly truth admission wouldst thou win? Oft Knowledge stands without, while Love may enter in.
Lovingly to each other sun and moon give place, Else were the mighty heaven for them too narrow space.
Despise not little sins; for mountain-high may stand The piled heap made up of smallest grains of sand.
Despise not little sins; the gallant ship may sink, Though only drop by drop the watery tide it drink.
God many a spiritual house has reared, but never one Where lowliness was not laid first, the corner-stone.
Rear highly as thou wilt thy branches in the air, But that thy roots shall strike as deep in earth have care.
Sin, not till it is left, will duly sinful seem;
A man must waken first, ere he can tell his dream.
When thou art fain to trace a map of thine own heart, As undiscovered land set down the largest part.
Wouldst thou do harm,and yet unharmed thyself abide? None ever struck another, save through his own side.
God's dealings still are love,— his chastenings are alone Love now compelled to take an altered, louder tone.
From our ill-ordered hearts we oft are fain to roam, As men go forth who find unquietness at home.
Why furnish with such care thy lodging of a night, And leave the while thy home in such a naked plight?
When thou hast thanked thy God for every blessing
sent, What time will then remain for murmurs or lament?
Envy detects the spots in the clear orb of light,
Thou canst not choose but serve, — man's lot is ser-
Before the eyes of men let duly shine thy light,
Wouldst thou go forth to bless, be sure of thine own
ground, Fix well thy centre first, then draw thy circles round
Sin may be clasped so close we cannot see its face, Nor seen nor loathed until held from us a small space.
If humble, next of thy humility beware, And lest thou shouldst grow proud of such a grace have care.
How fearful is his case whom now God does not chide
When sinning worst, to whom even chastening is denied!
God often would enrich, but finds not where to place His treasure, nor in hand nor heart a vacant space.
O, leave to God at sight of sin incensed to be!
Set not thy heart on things given only with intent
Ill fares the child of heaven, who will not entertain
rth th pain. On earth the stranger's grief, the exile's sense of
Mark how there still has run, enwoven from above, Through thy life's darkest woof, the golden thread of love.
Things earthly we must know ere love them:'t is alone Things heavenly that must be first loved and after known.
The sinews of Love's arm use makes more firm and
strong, Which, being left unused, will disappear ere long.
Wouldst thou abolish quite strongholds of self and
sin? • Fear can but make the breach for Love to enter in.
When God afflicts thee, think he hews a rugged stone, Which must be shaped, or else aside as useless thrown.