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Christ is our place preparing,
To heaven we, too, shall rise, And, joys angelic sharing,
Be where our treasure lies : There may each heart be found ! Where Jesus Christ has enter'd,
There let our hopes be centred, Our course still heavenward bound !
G. F. Sacer, tr. by Miss Cox.
212. ASCENSION. Christ's
He is gone-we heard Him say,
Good that I should go away :'.
And stand in freedom loosen'd from this world,
Wordsworth. 214. ASPIRATION. Heavenward The bird, let loose in eastern skies,
When hastening fondly home,
Where idle warblers roam ;
Above all low delay,
Nor shadow dims her way.
And stain of passion free,
To hold my course to Thee !
My Soul, as home she springs ;-
Thy Freedom in her wings !--Moore.
He is gone—but we once more
215. ASPIRATION. Sympathy in
Struck ere earthly time began,
To the answering soul of man.
Shine through spirit pent in clay,
On the children at their play.
Sunn'd himself in heavenly glow,
Charles Mackay. 216. ASPIRATION. Worth of Beauty and Truth, though never found, are worthy to be sought,
The singer, upward-springing,
Is grander than his singing, | And tranquil self-sufficing joy illumes the dark of
thought.- Robert Buchanan.
213. ASPIRATION : and Attainment. Yet cease I not to struggle, and aspire Heavenward ; and chide the part of me that flags, Through sinful choice ; or dread necessity On human nature from above imposed. 'Tis, by comparison, an easy task Earth to despise ; but to converse with heaven, This is not easy :-to relinquish all We have, or hope, of happiness and joy,
217. ASSOCIATION. Adjustment of
220. ASSOCIATION. Local WHO, think'st thou, in the courts of Heaven reside? | AND who, that walks where men of ancient days They, who with malice burn, with envy pine,
Have wrought with godlike arm the deeds of praise, Ply the full feast and quaff the midnight wine,
Feels not the spirit of the place control, Loose pleasure's daughters, and the sons of pride?
Or rouse and agitate his labouring soul ? They who from meek affliction turn aside,
Say, who, by thinking on Canadian hills, Its plaints unheard ; and bow at Mammon's shrine, Or wild Aosta lull’d by Alpine rills, Moloch's, or Bel's; and, blind to truth divine,
On Zutphen's plain, or on that highland dell Neglect God's mercy, and His power deride ?
Through which rough Garry cleaves his way, can If such Heaven's inmates, well thou runn'st thy race,
tell Man of the world! But ah ! let conscience tell, What high resolves rivet him to the spot, If holy hearts the holy city grace,
Where breathed the gale that caught Wolle's hapWhat part hast thou therein ; and ponder well, piest sigh, Yea, ponder well betimes that other place,
And the last sunbeam fell on Bayard's eye ;
Wordsworth. 218. ASSOCIATION. Influence of
221. ASSOCIATION. Ties of A FRAGRANT piece of earth salutes Each passenger, and perfume shoots,
Two faithful needles, from the informing touch Unlike the common earth or sod,
Of the same parent-stone, together drew Around through all the air abroad.
Its mystic virtue, and at first conspired A pilgrim near it once did rest,
With fatal impulse quivering to the pole : And took it up, and thus address'd:
Then, though disjoin'd by kingdoms, though the “Art thou a lump of musk? or art
main A ball of spice, this smell t' impart
Roll'd its broad surge betwixt, and different stars To all who chance to travel by
Beheld their wakeful motions, yet preserved
The former friendship, and remember'd still
The alliance of their birth : whate'er the line Confess that I am only dust.
Which one possess'd, nor pause nor quiet knew But once a rose within me grew :
The sure associate, ere with trembling speed Its rootlets shot, its flowerets blew,
He found his path, and fix'd unerring there. And all the rose's sweetness roll'd
Such is the secret union where we feel Throughout the texture of my mould ;
A song, a flower, a name, at once restore And so it is that I impart
Those long-connected scenes where first they moved Perfume to thee, whoe'er thou art!'
The attention.- Aken side.
222. ASSOCIATION. Wise 219. ASSOCIATION. Lesson of
As the rose doth its fragrance impart
To the basket in which it is laid, THOSE evening bells ! those evening bells !
Whether wrought of pure gold or of braid ; How many a tale their music tells
So, receiving wise men in thy heart, Of youth, and home, and that sweet time
Thou shalt find, when their persons depart, When last I heard their soothing chime !
That their wisdom behind them hath stay'd. Those joyous hours have pass'd away,
Oriental, tr. by W. R. Alger. And many a heart that then was gay
223. ASTROLOGY. Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells.
MEN at some time are masters of their fates ;
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, And so 'twill be when I am gone,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings. That tuneful peal will still ring on;
Man is his own star, and the soul that can
Commands all light, all influence, all fate-
Beaumont and Fletcher.
226. ATHEISM. Causes of
Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph, Make atheists of mankind.-Dryden.
224. ASTRONOMY. Devotional
227. ATHEISM. Contradiction of
That on the wild is found,
And trembles at the sound.
*No God!' astonish'd Echo cries
From out her cavern hoar : And every wand'ring bird that flies
Reproves the Atheist lore. The solemn forest lifts his head,
The Almighty to proclaim ; The brooklet, on its crystal urn,
Doth leap to grave His name.
ONE sun by day, by night ten thousand shine,
Devotion ! daughter of astronomy !
High swells the deep and vengeful sea
Along its billowy track,
To hurl the falsehood back.-Sigourney.
228. ATHEISM. Desolation of O! LIVES there, heaven! beneath thy dread
expanse, One hopeless, dark idolater of Chance, Content to feed, with pleasures unrefined, The lukewarm passions of a lowly mind; Who, mouldering earthward, 'reft of every trust, In joyless union wedded to the dust, Could all his parting energy dismiss, And call this barren world sufficient bliss ? There live, alas ! of heaven-directed mien, Of cultured soul, and sapient eye serene, Who hail thee, man! the pilgrim of a day, Spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay! Frail as the leaf in Autumn's yellow bower, Dust in the wind, or dew upon the flower! A friendless slave, a child without a sire, Whose mortal life, and momentary fire, Lights to the grave his chance-created form, As ocean-wrecks illuminate the storm ; And, when th. gun's tremendous flash is o'er, To night and silence sink for evermore !
225. ATHEISM. Blight of
THEY eat Their daily bread and draw the breath of Heaven Without or thought or thanks. Heaven's roof, to
them, Is but a painted ceiling hung with lamps, No more, that lights them to their purposes. • They wander loose about; they nothing see, Themselves except, and creatures like themselves, Short-lived, short-sighted, impotent to save. To their dissolute spirits, soon or late, Destruction cometh, like an armed man, Or like a dream of murder in the night, Withering their mortal faculties, and breaking The bones of all their pride.-Charles Lamb.
Are these the pompous tidings ye proclaim, Lights of the world, and demi-gods of fame? Is this your triumph—this your proud applause, Children of Truth, and champions of her cause ? For this hath Science search'd, on weary wing, By shore and sea-each mute and living thing? Oh! star-eyed Science, hast thou wander'd there, To waft us home the message of despair ?—
Then bind the palm, thy sage's brow to suit, Of blasted leaf, and death-distilling fruit ! Ah me! the laurell'd wreath that murder rears, Blood-nursed, and water'd by the widow's tears, Seems not so foul, so tainted, and so dreadh As waves the nightshade round the sceptic's head. What is the bigot's torch, the tyrant's chain ? I smile on death, if heavenward hope remain ! But, if the warring winds of Nature's strife Be all the faithless charter of my life, If Chance awaked, inexorable power! This frail and feverish being of an hour, Doom'd o'er the world's precarious scene to sweep, Swift as the tempest travels on the deep, To know Delight but by her parting smile, And toil, and wish, and weep, a little while ; Then melt, ye elements, that form'd in vain This troubled pulse, and visionary brain ! Fade, ye wild flowers, memorials of my doom ! And sink, ye stars, that light me to the tomb! Truth, ever lovely, since the world began, The foe of tyrants, and the friend of man,How can thy words from balmy slumber start Reposing Virtue, pillow'd on the heart ! Yet, if thy voice the note of thunder rollid, And that were true which Nature never told, Let Wisdom smile not on her conquer'd field : No rapture dawns, no treasure is reveal'd ! Oh ! let her read, nor loudly, nor elate, The doom that bars us from a better fate ! Bat, sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in !
231. ATHEIST. Labour of the
THE unbeliever, Despising reason, revelation, God, And kicking 'gainst the pricks of conscience, rush'd Deliriously upon the bossy shield Of the Omnipotent; and in his heart Purposed to deify the idol Chance. And labour'd hard-oh, labour worse than nought ! And toil'd with dark and crooked reasoning, To make the fair and lovely Earth, which dwelt In sight of Heaven, a cold and fatherless, Forsaken thing, that wander'd on, forlorn, Undestined, uncompassion'd, unupheld; A vapour eddying in the whirl of chance, And soon to vanish everlastingly. He travail'd sorely, and made many a tack, His sails oft shifting, to arrive-dread thoughtArrive at utter nothingness; and have Being no more-no feeling, memory, No lingering consciousness that e'er he was. Guilt's midnight wish ! last, most abhorred thought, Most desperate effort of extremest sin. Others, preoccupied, ne'er saw true hope ; He, seeing, aim'd to stab her to the heart, And with infernal chemistry to wring The last sweet drop from sorrow's cup of gall; To quench the only ray that cheer'd the earth, And leave mankind in night which had no star. Others the streams of pleasure troubled ; he Toil'd much to dry her very fountain-head. Unpardonable man! sold under sin ! He was the Devil's pioneer, who cut The fences down of Virtue, sapp'd her walls, And open'd a smooth and easy way to death. Traitor to all existence! to all life! Soul-suicide! determined foe of being ! Intended murderer of God, Most High ! Strange road, most strange! to seek for happiness!
229. ATHEISM : often falsely imputed.
WHEN prejudice and strong aversion work,
Sewell. 230. ATHEISM. Wilful
232. ATONEMENT. Completeness of the
LORD, I believe Thy precious blood,
The owlet Atheism, Sailing on obscene wings across the moon, Drops his blue-fringed lids and shuts them close, And, hooting at the glorious sun in Heaven, Cries out, Where is it?'-S. T. Coleridge.
Lord, I believe were sinners more
John Wesley. 233. ATONEMENT. Demand for With blood--but not his own—the awful sign | At once of sin's desert and guilt's remission.
Shame and iniquity hath whelm'd me over :
Be aye repenting.
The Jew besought the clemency divine,
The hope of mercy blending with contrition. Sin must have death! Its holy requisition
The law may not relax. The opening tomb Expects its prey ; mere respite, life's condition ;
Nor can the body shun its penal doom. Yet, there is mercy; wherefore else delay
To punish? Why the victim and the rite? But can the type and symbol take away
The guilt, and for a broken, law requite ? The cross unfolds the mystery,- Jesus died : The sinner lives : the Law is satisfied.
But oh! the depth of love beyond comparing,
Whilst Thou must suffer!
With blood—but not his own—the Jew drew near
The mercy-seat, and Heaven received his prayer. Yet still his hope was dimm'd with doubt and fear : * If Thou shouldst mark transgression who might
dare To stand before Thee?' Mercy loves to spare
And pardon : but stern Justice has a voice, And cries-Our God is holy, nor can bear
Uncleanness in the people of His choice. But now One Offering, ne'er to be renew'd,
Hath made our peace for ever. This now gives
No more base fear and dark disquietude.
Eternal King ! in power and love excelling,
How magnify Thee ?
Ever repay Thee?
And from Thee tear it.
Johann Heermann, tr. by F. E. Cox.
235. ATONEMENT. Substitution of the
234. ATONEMENT. Marvel of the
What laws, my blessed Saviour, hast Thou broken,
In what offended ?
Then gall they offer'd.
Look humbly upward, see His will disclose
Say! wherefore thus by woes wast Thou surrounded ? | 236. ATTAINMENT. Failure of
If this mute earth
Of what it holds could speak, and every grave
Were as a volume, shut, yet capable How strange and marvellous was this correction!
Of yielding its contents to eye and ear, Falls the good Shepherd in His sheep's protection ;
We should recoil, stricken with sorrow and shame, The servants' debt behold the Master paying,
To see disclosed, by such dread proof, how ill
That which is done accords with what is known The righteous dies, who walk'd with God true To reason, and by conscience is enjoin'd; hearted;
How idly, how perversely, life's whole course,
| At her aspiring outset. — Wordsworth.