656. DARKNESS. Spiritual IF in thy heart no golden sunlight lingers And to thy ears earth's sweet and joyous singers If, while the world is robed in peerless beauty, Serpents of doubt and fear, and sacred duty If when thy knees are bow'd in supplication, On Heaven, there comes no strength or consolation In answer to thy prayer Seek not to find a reason for thy sadness In Him who changeth not, As if His hand withheld the light and gladness His loving-kindness is a fount unfailing, If life is dark and prayer is unavailing, Arise and search thy heart-let nothing stay thee; This traitor in thy soul may else betray thee Nor doubt, when thou with heart contrite and lowly Thy night shall pass away, and God the holy Not Thou from us, O Lord! but we When we are dark and dead, 'Where is Thy brightness fled?' But that we search and try What in ourselves has wrought this blame, 657. DAVID. Psalms of SEE Judah's promised king, bereft of all, Driven out an exile from the face of Saul. To distant caves the lonely wanderer flies, To seek that peace a tyrant's frown denies. Join the fresh winds and seas and plains, Join the bright flowers and rills. Awake, cold lips, and sing! Arise, dull knees, and pray; Lift up, O man, thy heart and eyes; Take thy first meal with God! Feed with and on Him; He with thee Take thy first walk with God! Thy first transaction be With God Himself above; So shall thy business prosper well, 659. DAY. Dawn of A WIND came up out of the sea, And said, 'O mists, make room for me!' It hail'd the ships, and cried, Sail on, Lost! lost! lost! I feel all search in vain ; That gem of countless cost Can ne'er be mine again : I offer no reward,— For till these heart-strings sever I know that Heaven's intrusted gift Is reft away for ever. But when the sea and land, Like burning scroll, have fled, I'll see it in His hand, Who judgeth quick and dead; That man can ne'er repair, The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Some days must be dark and dreary. 663. DAY OF JUDGMENT: a day of joy. Lo, the Day!-the Day of Life, Day of unimagined light, Day when Death itself shall die, Steadily that Day approacheth, When the just shall find their rest, When the wicked cease from troubling, See the King desired for ages, Oh, how past all utterance happy, Sweet, and joyful it will be In that Day, how good and pleasant This poor world to have despised! Dear that lost world to have prized! There the peace will be unbroken, Deep and solemn joy be shed, And salvation perfected. What will be the bliss and rapture None can dream and none can tell, DAY of wrath! that Day foretold What a trembling, what a fear, Hark! the trumpet's wondrous tone, Death shall shiver, nature quake, Now, before the Judge severe, Who for me will intercede, Thou didst Mary's guilt forgive, Worthless are my prayers, I know; Make me with Thy sheep to stand, Far from the convicted band, Placing me at Thy right hand. When the cursed are put to shame, Cast into devouring flame, With the blest then call my name ! Suppliant at Thy feet I lie, Care Thou for me when I die! Thomas of Celano, tr. by Schaff. 665. DAYS: not to be despised. WHY do we heap huge mounds of years before us and behind, And scorn the little days that pass like angels on the wind? Each turning round a small, sweet face as beautiful as near, Because it is so small a face we will not see it clear; And so it turns from us, and goes away in sad disdain ; Though we could give our lives for it, it never comes again. 666. DEAD. State of the Hamlet. To be, or not to be,-that is the question: And, by opposing, end them ?—To die,—to sleep ;— For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Shakespeare. 667. DEATH: a blessed transition. OUT of the shadows of sadness, Into the light of the Blest; Out of to-day's sin and sorrow, Into a day without gloom; Out of a life of commotion, Dark with the wrecks drifting o'er ; Never a wreck on its shore. Out of a land in whose bowers Out of the land of decay; Out of the world of the wailing, Out of a life ever lornful, Out of a land very mournful, Where in bleak exile we roam; Into a joy-land above us, Where there's a Father to love us; Into Our Home, Sweet Home.'-Ryan. 668. DEATH. A Child's FULL short his journey was; no dust He seem'd a cherub who had lost his way That he should be no delver in earth's clod, O blest word-Evermore !-Lowell. 669. DEATH. A Christian's You tell me I am dying; Is this to die? In sweet composure lying, I feel no fear in dying; Is this to die? On Jesus' grace relying, No doubt my calm heart trying, Serene I lie. Where is the sting of dying, If thus I die? My soul in peace replying, To love all-satisfying, And Christ so nigh! Why should I shrink from dying My Faith its watchword crying, From Earth to Heaven is dying? The blissful ramparts nighing, My Saviour comes in dying, With His soft call complying, 670. DEATH: a departure described. IN the June twilight, in the soft, grey twilight, eve, As my love lay quiet, came the solemn fiat, 'All these things for ever, for ever thou must leave.' My love she sank down quivering, like a pine in tempest shivering, 'I have had so little happiness as yet beneath the sun; I have call'd the shadow sunshine, and the merest frosty moonshine I have, weeping, bless'd the Lord for, as if daylight had begun. 'Till He sent a sudden angel, with a glorious sweet evangel, Who turn'd all my tears to pearl-gems, and crown'd me, so little worth ; Me! and through the rainy even changed my poor The sun shines sweetly-sweeter may it shineearth into heaven, Bless'd is the brightness of a summer's day; Or, by wondrous revelation, brought the heavens It cheers lone hearts; and why should I repine, down to earth. Although among green fields I cannot stray? 'Oh the strangeness of the feeling!-oh the infinite Woods! I have grown, since last I heard you wave, revealing, To think how God must love me to have made me so content! Though I would have served Him humbly, and patiently, and dumbly, Without any angel standing in the pathway that I went.' In the June twilight, in the lessening twilight, My love cried from my bosom an exceeding bitter cry: 'Lord, wait a little longer, until my soul is stronger! Oh wait till Thou hast taught me to be content to die!' Then the tender face, all woman, took a glory superhuman, And she seem'd to watch for something, or see some I could not see: From my arms she rose full-statured, all transfigured, queenly-featured,— 'As Thy will is done in heaven, so on earth still let it be !' I go lonely, I go lonely, and I feel that earth is only The vestibule of palaces whose courts we never win: Yet I see my palace shining, where my love sits amaranths twining, Familiar with death, and neighbour to the grave! The ivied remnants of old ruins round. Yet wherefore tremble? Can the soul decay?— Are there not aspirations in each heart After a better, brighter world than this? Things more exalted-steep'd in deeper bliss? Death comes to take me where I long to go; One pang, and bright blooms the immortal flower: Death comes to lead me from mortality To lands which know not one unhappy hour : I have a hope, a faith ;--from sorrow here I'm led by death away-why should I start and fear? If I have loved the forest and the field, Can I not love them deeper, better, there? And I know the gates stand open, and I shall May I not love them all, and better all enjoy? A change from woe to joy-from earth to heaven, May meet again! Death answers many a prayer. I would be laid among the wildest flowers, I would be laid where happy hearts can come :- Of gushing noontide joy, it may be some Death is upon me, yet I fear not now: Open my chamber-window-let me look That fills each alley, close, and copsewood I know them-love them-mourn not them to leave, |