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Therefore I tell you, watch
By the light of the evening star, When the room is growing dusky
As the clouds afar Let the door be on the latch
In your home, For it may be through the gloaming
I will come !
62. ADVENT, THE SECOND. Waiting for What of the night, watchman,' what of the night?
The wintry gale sweeps by,
Sounds mournfully through the sky.
But who, while others sleep,
And their patient vigils keep?
And awake the listening ear :
His chariot-wheels to hear.
And ever and anon
The night seem'd almost gone.
They thought they heard at last
And the sound died away on the blast.
Those watchers have pass'd away ;
And they hasten’d to obey.
And still their vigils keep,
For this is no time for sleep.
Though the wintry gales sweep by, When the darkest hour begins to lower
We know that the dawn is nigh.
The night is almost o'er ;
To weep and to watch no more.
It may be when the midnight
Is heavy upon the land,
Along the sand ;
When the fires burn low and red,
Beside the bed : .
In the dark room,
I will come !
It may be at the cock-crow,
In the sky,
Waiting for the dawn
Which draweth nigh;
The rivers chill,
Over the hill :
In your home;
I may come!
When the sun is bright and strong,
Over the sweet, green lawn ;
Along the shore,
About the door ;
You rise up with the sun,
Of all that must be done,
To come in at the door,
63. ADVENT, THE SECOND. Waiting for
It may be in the evening,
When the work of the day is done,
And watch the sinking sun,
Over the sea,
With thoughts of Me ;
Passing along the street, Among those thronging footsteps
May come the sound of My feet.
To call you from all your busy work
In your room,
I will come !
Doth bear him up against the shame of ruin,
So I am watching, quietly,
I rise and say,
Beyond the sea;
To summon me.
Of my room,
If He is come;
In my home,
And He will come!'
67. ADVERSITY. Benefit of
Freely we take from Him who lends :
Yet scarcely thank the One who sends. But let affliction pour its smart,
How soon we quail beneath the rod ! With shatter'd pride, and prostrate heart, We seek the long-forgotten God.
Winter brings blessings, so the chill Of dark adversity ;- from its cold grasp The soul revives re-animate,-more strong; And better arm'd.-F. A. Mackay.
64. ADVERSITY. Aggravation of
Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe,
Sadder than owl-songs on the midnight blast, Is that portentous phrase, 'I told you so,'
Utter'd by friends, those prophets of the past, Who, 'stead of saying what you now should do,
Own they foresaw that you would fall at last, And solace your slight lapse 'gainst 'bonos mores, With a long memorandum of old stories.-Byron.
68. ADVERSITY. Comfort in
The man, perhaps, Thou pitiest, draws his comfort from distress. That mind so poised, and centred in the good Supreme, so kindled with devotion's flame, Might, with prosperity's enchanting cup Inebriate, have forgot the All-giving hand; Might on earth's vain and transitory joys Have built its sole felicity, nor e'er Wing’d a desire beyond. - George Bally.
65. ADVERSITY. Application of
I ASK What He would have this evil do for me? What is its mission ? What its misery? What golden fruit lies hidden in its husk ? How shall it nurse my virtue, nerve my will, Chasten my passions, purify my love, And make me in some goodly sense like Him Who bore the cross of evil while He lived, Who hung and bled upon it when He died, And now in glory wears the victor's crown.
7. G. Holland.
69. ADVERSITY. Constant Nor one care-wanting hour my life had tasted ; But from the very instant of my birth, Incessant woes my tired heart have wasted, And my poor thoughts are ignorant of mirth. Look how one wave another still pursueth, When some great tempest holds their troops in chase Or as one hour another close reneweth, Or posting day supplies another's place ;) So do the billows of affliction beat me, And hand in hand the storms of mischief go; Successive cares with utter ruin threat me, Grief is enchain'd with grief, and woe with woe.
66. ADVERSITY : awakens Pity.
WHEN a great mind falls, The nobler nature of man's gen’rous heart
70. ADVERSITY. Correction of WHEN urged by strong temptation to the brink | Or guilt and ruin, stands the virtuous mind,
With scarce a step between; all-pitying Heaven, The gods in bounty work up storms about us, Severe in mercy, chastening in its love,
That give mankind occasion to exert Ofttimes in dark and awful visitation,
Their hidden strength, and throw out into practice Doth interpose, and leads the wanderer back
Virtues that shun the day, and lie conceal'd
In the smooth seasons and the calms of life.
Who has not known ill fortune, never knew
Himself, or his own virtue. 71. ADVERSITY. Cup of
Mallett and Thomson. My God once mix'd a harsh cup, for me to drink from it,
74. ADVERSITY. Resignation in And it was full of acrid bitterness intensest;
Nay then farewell ! The black and nauseating draught did make me I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness; shrink from it,
And, from that full meridian of my glory, And cry, O Thou who every draught alike dis. I haste now to my setting ; I shall fall pensest,
Like a bright exhalation in the evening,
75. ADVERSITY. Reviewing
WIEN we are young, this year we call the worst
That we can know ; this bitter day is cursed, 72. ADVERSITY. Diverse effects of
And no more such our hearts can bear, we say.
But yet, as time from us falls fast away,
There comes a day, son, when all this is fair
And sweet to what, still living, we must bear.
'Better'd is bale by bale that follows it,' The rugged metal of the mine
The saw saith. - William Morris.
76. ADVERSITY : transient. It bends and melts—though still the same.
AFTER the storm, a calm ; 73. ADVERSITY. Gain of
After the bruise, a balm;
For the ill brings good in the Lord's own time, The good man suffers but to gain,
And the sigh becomes the psalm.
After the drought, the dew;
After the cloud, the blue ; But, crush'd or trodden to the ground,
For the sky will smile in the sun's good time, Diffuse their balmy sweets around.
And the earth grow glad and new.
Mrs Crawford. He who hath never warr’d with misery
Ye good distress'd! Nor ever tugg'd with fortune and distress,
Ye noble few! who here unbending stand Hath had n' occasion, nor no field to try
Beneath life's pressure, yet bear up awhile, The strength and forces of his worthiness; And what your bounded view, which only saw Those parts of judgment which felicity
A little part, deem'd evil, is no more ; Keeps as conceal'd, affiction must express, The storms of wintry time will quickly pass, And only men show their abilities,
And one unbounded spring encircle all. And what they are, in their extremities.
77. AFFECTATION. Ministerial
IN man or woman, but far most in man,
And most of all in man that ministers
And serves the altar, in my soul I loathe
Object of my implacable disgust.
80. AFFECTION. Maternal What! will a man play tricks, will he indulge
When first thou camest, gentle, shy, and fond, A silly, fond conceit of his fair form
My eldest born, first hope, and dearest treasure, And just proportion, fashionable mien,
My heart received thee with a joy beyond
All that it yet had felt of earthly pleasure !
Nor thought that any love again might be
So deep and strong as that I felt for thee.
Then thou, my merry love, -bold in thy glee,
Under the bough, or by the firelight dancing, His noble office, and, instead of truth,
With thy sweet temper, and thy spirit free,Displaying his own beauty, starves his flock.
Didst come, as restless as a bird's wing glancing, Therefore avaunt all attitude, and stare,
Full of a wild and irrepressible mirth, And start theatric, practised at the glass !
Like a young sunbeam to the gladden'd earth! I seek divine simplicity in him Who handles things divine; and all besides,
| At length THOU camest, -thou, the last and least, Though learn'd with labour, and though much
Nicknamed 'the Emperor' by thy laughing admired
brothers, By curious eyes and judgments ill-inform'd,
Because a haughty spirit swellid thy breast, To me is odious as the nasal twang
And thou didst seek to rule and sway the others, Heard at conventicle, where worthy men,
Mingling with every playful infant wile Misled by custom, strain celestial themes
A mimic majesty that made us smile. Through the press'd nostril, spectacle-bestrid.
Different from both! yet each succeeding claim 78. AFFECTION. Elevating
I, that all other love had been forswearing,
Forthwith admitted, equal and the same; 0! there is one affection which no stain
Nor injured either hy this love's comparing, Of earth can ever darken,—when two find,
Nor stole a fraction for the newer call, The softer and the manlier, that a chain
But in the mother's heart found room for all ! Of kindred taste has fasten'd mind to mind.
Caroline E. Norton. 'Tis an attraction from all sense refined ; The good can only know it ; 'tis not blind
81. AFFECTION. Paternal
BETWEEN the dark and the daylight,
When night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the day's occupations, 79. AFFECTION. Instinctive
That is known as the children's hour. My sweet wee nursling ! thou art sweet to me
I hear in the chamber above me As sun to flowers, or honey to the bee
The patter of little feet, Music in summer bowers, the freshening stream
The sound of a door that is open'd, To bright wings dipping from the sultry beam
And voices soft and sweet llope to the mourner, to the weary restTo the young dreamer, visions of the blest!
From my study I see in the lamplight, Yes! thou'rt a charm!-a most mysterious spell !
Descending the broad hall stair, Birds, bees, and flowers, can just as ably tell
Grave Alice and laughing Allegra, Why sunshine, scent, and streams their pleasures be,
And Edith with golden hair. As thy young mother why she dotes on thee
A whisper and then a silence; With such unmeasured, fond intensity!
Yet I know by their merry eyes Breathing and crying are thy only speech
They are plotting and planning together
To take me by surprise.
A sudden rush from the stairway,
A sudden raid from the hall,
By three doors left unguarded,
They climb up into my turret,
I did not wrong myself so, but I placed
A wrong on thee. For perfect strains may float If I try to escape, they surround me:
'Neath master-hands, from instruments defaced, — They seem to be everywhere.
And great souls, at one stroke, may do and dote.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning They almost devour me with kisses,
Their arms about me intwine,
84. AFFECTION. Tenacious
In my boy's loud laughter ringing,
In the sigh more soft than singing
Of my baby-girl that nestles up into this mortal Such an old mustache as I am
breast, Is not a match for you all ?
And every voice most dear
Comes a whisper—'Rest not here.' I have you fast in my fortress,
And the rest Thou art preparing, is it best, Lord, And will not let you depart,
is it best? But put you into the dungeon In the round tower of my heart.
‘Lord, a little, little longer!'
Sobs the earth-love, growing stronger : And there will I keep you for ever,
He will miss me, and go mourning through his Yes, for ever and a day,
solitary days. Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,
And heaven were scarcely heaven
If these lambs which Thou hast given
Were to slip out of our keeping and be lost in the
world's ways. 82. AFFECTION. Sacrifices of
Lord, it is not fear of dying, Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead,
Nor an impious denying Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine?
Of Thy will, which for evermore on earth, in And would the sun for thee more coldly shine,
heaven, be done: Because of grave-damps falling round my head ?
But the love that desperate clings I marvell’d, my Belovéd, when I read
Unto these my precious things Thy thought so in the letter. I am thine
In the beauty of the daylight, and the glory of the But ... so much to thee? Can I pour thy wine
sun. While my hands tremble? Then my soul, instead
Ah, Thou still art calling, calling, Of dreams of death, resumes life's lower range.
With a soft voice unappalling; Then, love me, Love! look on me ... breathe on
And it vibrates in far circles through the everlasting me !
years; As brighter ladies do not count it strange,
When Thou knockest, even so! For love, to give up acres and degree,
I will arise and go.-D. M. Muloch Craik. I yield the grave for thy sake, and exchange My near, sweet view of Heaven, for earth with thee! Elizabeth Barrett Browning. 85. AFFECTIONS. Strong
What war so cruel, or what siege so sore, 83. AFFECTION. Sudden
As that which strong affections do apply
Against the fort of reason, evermore
To bring the soul into captivity !-Spenser.
86. AFFLICTION. Comfort in
Comfort and joy!' Though flesh and blood rebel For such man's love !-more like an out of tune 'Gainst heavenward thoughts, and the vex'd spirit Worn viol, a good singer would be wroth
swell To spoil his song with, and which, snatch'd in haste, With anxious tossings, still, the veil behind Is laid down at the first ill-sounding note.
| Of earth-born mists, the faith-directed mind