2056. ISOLATION. Human THOUGHT is deeper than all speech, We are spirits clad in veils ; Man by man was never seen; All our deep communing fails To remove the shadowy screen. Heart to heart was never known; Mind with mind did never meet; We are columns left alone Of a temple once complete. Like the stars that gem the sky, Far apart though seeming near, In our light we scatter'd lie; All is thus but starlight here. What is social company But a babbling summer stream? What our wise philosophy But the glancing of a dream? Only when the sun of love Melts the scatter'd stars of thought, Only when we live above What the dim-eyed world hath taught, Only when our souls are fed By the fount which gave them birth, And by inspiration led Which they never drew from earth, We, like parted drops of rain, Melting, flowing into one. -Cranch. 2057. ITALY. FAIR Italy ! Thou art the garden of the world, the home With an immaculate charm which cannot be defaced.-Byron. 2058. JACOB'S LADDER. WHEN Jacob slept in Bethel, and there dream'd Of angels ever climbing and descending A ladder, whose height of splendour seem'd With glory of the Ineffable Presence blending, The place grew sacred to his reverent thought; He said, 'Lo! God is here-I knew it not.' The patriarch's vision-not for him alone When God sets up a sign, no man may number Man by a hand's help lifts his feeble brother, There is the house of God and holy ground. The gate of heaven is love; there is none other. When generous act blooms from unselfish thought, The Lord is with us, though we know it not. This ladder is let down in every place Where unto nobler virtues men aspire. Our human lineaments gain angel grace, Leaving behind low aim and base desire. Deserts of earth are changed to Bethel thus: The vision is for every one of us. 2059. JACOB'S VISION. HE slept beneath the desert skies, Whose shining steps the angels trod, Its watch o'er every covenant heir; From Thee to me a blessing bear. Through Christ to Thee ascends my prayer, Through Christ on me is grace bestow'd; Each place becomes, when Christ is there, The gate of heaven-the house of God. In dungeons dark, in dwellings mean, Where suffering saints have bent the knee, That mystic ladder has been seen, And angels come with gifts from Thee. This night may I the vision see, My spirit climb that radiant road; This night my quiet chamber be The gate of heaven-the house of God. 2060. JEALOUSY. FOUL Jealousy! that turnest love divine To joyless dread, and mak'st the loving heart Must still be strangled in its birth; or time O Jealousy! thou merciless destroyer, Among the sons of men how few are known To knaves and fools will always give offence. It is Jealousy's peculiar nature To swell small things to great; nay, out of nought Jealousy, saidst thou? I disdain it :-no- But through the heart Should jealousy its venom once diffuse, In gentle love the sweetest joys we find— Lyttleton. All other passions have their hour of thinking, 2061. JERUSALEM. Desolate Is this thy place, sad city, this thy throne? Where now thy power, which all those kings subdued? No martial myriads muster in thy gates No prophet bard, thy glittering courts among, 2062. JERUSALEM. Modern THY strength, Jerusalem, is o'er, The harp of Israel sounds no more But where thy Kings and Prophets trod, Behold the living Soul of God- The halo of His presence fills Thy courts, thy ways of men; His footsteps on the holy hills Are beautiful as then ; The prayer, whose bloody sweat betray'd His human agony, Still haunts the awful olive shade Of old Gethsemane. Woe unto thee, Jerusalem ! Slayer of Prophets, thou That in thy fury stonest them God sent and sends thee now: Thy garments yet are daily rent, They darken with the Christian name The light that from Thee beam'd, And by the hatred they proclaim Thy Spirit is blasphemed; Unto Thine ear the prayers they send Who shall rebuild Jerusalem ? Her scatter'd children bring From earth's far ends, and gather them For Judah's sceptre broken lies, But let the wild ass on her hills Its foal unfrighted lead, And by the source of Kedron's rills The desert adder breed: For where the love of Christ has made He builds in pomp that will not fade 2063. JERUSALEM: rebellious and ruined. THE signs are full, and never shall the sun How stately then was every palm-deck'd street Down which the maidens danced with tinkling feet! How proud the elders in the lofty gate! How crowded all her nation's solemn feasts With white-robed Levites, and high-mitred priests! How gorgeous her temple's sacred state! Her streets are razed, her maidens sold for slaves, Her gates thrown down, her elders in their graves; Her feasts are holden 'mid the Gentiles' scoin, By stealth her priesthood's holy garments worn. Milman. Jerusalem! alas! alas! of old, LAUGH not too much; the witty man laughs least: Less at thine own things laugh; lest in the jest Pick from thy mirth, like stones out of the ground, These are the scum with which coarse wits abound: The fine may spare this well, yet not go less. All things are big with jest: nothing that's plain, But may be witty, if thou hast the vein.-Herbert, A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.—Shakespeare. Who, for the poor renown of being smart, Would leave a sting within a brother's heart? Young. As in smooth oil the razor best is whet, Young Of all the griefs that harass the distrest, 2065. JESUS. Charity of THE Master came one evening to the gate And turn'd away. 'Behold his ears that bleed,' A fourth chimed in. 'An unclean wretch indeed!' 2066. JESUS. Cling to CLING to the Crucified ! His death is life to thee,- His pains thy pardon seal; His cross proclaims thy peace, It keeps thy conscience clean. Cling to the Crucified! Cling to the Crucified ! His is a heart of love, That light shall ne'er grow dim; 2067. JESUS: God and Man. SPRING-TIDE and leaf-fall, eve and morn, To shepherd ears; all earth around, A blight on shrine and oracle; A child He came, to man He grew, He breathed earth's tainted, common air; He loathed its foul, He loved its fair, Cool on His brow the evening blew. Soft dropp'd His eye on wayside flowers, He heard the whispers of the palms Creep o'er the noontide's golden calms, He took the burden of the Hours. With shadow'd brow and aching ear He heard the wail, the hunger-cry, Smite up against the deaf, cold sky, The sob above the dead and dear. Like man's His lips could smile or groan, Both God and man, to man He came, He fed the hungry, cured the lame. They pierced His hands, His feet, His side, All Nature own'd the Holy One, A shadow trail'd across the sun, The mountains trembled when He died. He rules the World Invisible- He gently leads the friends that we That smile more bland than when on earth But He is more; I may rejoice To know this world above, around, Cloud, mountain, river, storm, and sound, The stars, the seasons, hear His voice. In Him the breeze of Summer blows O'er grass and many-murmuring corn; In Him the dews and leaves are born, He paints the lily and the rose. Before the things that are He was; Or Andes glitter'd in their snows, He was when earths and suns were not- The universe, in Him conceal'd, Lay waiting the appointed Hour- This fair, frail violet that blows Beside the rock, this gentian fringe No less than yonder glittering domes All lived in Him, all stood and shone Parts of that wise, stupendous plan, The Love that neither depth nor height He in our souls His kingdom lays In power to fight, endure, withstand, Even in the flesh, conjoin'd to Him, On heavenly thrones we sit and shine; Death smites our brain, the walls grow dim; He stands within the dying strife; Death is the door that leads to Him.-Hempstead. 2068. JESUS: last and first. JESUS! when my soul is parting Be the Name I last shall speak. Jesus! when my memory wanders Far from loved ones at my side, And in fitful dreaming ponders Let my thoughts on Thee abide. When the morn in all its glory Charms no more mine ear nor eye, And the shadows closing o'er me Warn me of the time to die,— Last, my Saviour, Let me see Thee standing by. When my feet shall pass the river, First, Lord Jesus! Let me see Thee, and adore.-Mackellar. 2069. JESUS. Mementos of I'LL carve our passion on the bark, And every wounded tree Shall drop and bear some mystic mark That Jesus died for me. The swains shall wonder when they read, Inscribed on all the grove, That Heaven itself came down, and bled, To win a mortal's love.- Watts. 2070. JESUS. Name of JESUS, Immanuel, Saviour! That mortals e'er can know, Comes the reviving sound. Our dearest theme shall be; |