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The ethereal curve of seven harmonious dyes,
Eliciting a splendour from the gloom :

O music! still vouchsafe to tranquillize
This breast perturb'd; thy voice, though mournful,

And mournful aye are thy most beauteous lays, Most earnest was his voice ! most mild his look,
Like fall of blossoms from the orchard boughs, As with raised hands he bless'd his parting flock.
The autumn of the spring. Enchanting power!

He is a faithful pastor of the poor ;Who, by thy airy spell, canst whirl the mind He thinks not of himself; his Master's words, Far from the busy haunts of men, to vales

Feed, feed my sheep* are ever at his heart, Where Tweed or Yarrow flows; or, spurning The cross of Christ is aye before his eyes. time

O, how I love, with melted soul, to leave Recall red Flodden field; or suddenly

The house of prayer, and wander in the fields Transport, with alter'd strain, the deafen'd ear Alone! What though the opening spring be chill! To Linden's plain !-But what the pastoral lay, Although the lark, check'd in his airy path The melting dirge, the battle's trumpet peal, Eke out his song, perch'd on the fallow clod, Compared to notes with sacred numbers link'd That still o'ertops the blade! Although no branch In union, solemn, grand! O then the spirit, Have spread its foliage, save the willow wand Upborne on pinions of celestial sound,

That dips its pale leaves in the swollen stream! Soars to the throne of God, and ravish'd hears What though the clouds oft lower! Their threats Ten thousand times ten thousand voices rise

but end In hallelujahs ;-voices, that erewhile

In sunny showers, that scarcely fill the folds
Were feebly tuned perhaps to low-breathed hymns of moss-couch'd violet, or interrupt
Of solace in the chambers of the poor,-

The merle's dulcet pipe,-melodious bird !
The Sabbath worship of the friendless sick. He, hid behind the milk-white slow-thorn spray,

Bless'd be the female votaries, whose days (Whose early flowers anticipate the leaf,) No Sabbath of their pious labours prove,

Welcomes the time of buds, the infant year. Whose lives are consecrated to the toil

Sweet is the sunny nook, to which my steps Of ministering around the uncurtain'd couch Have brought me, hardly conscious where I roam'd; Of pain and poverty! Bless'd be the hands, Unheeding where--so lovely all around The lovely hands, (for beauty, youth, and grace, The works of God, array'd in vernal smile ! Are oft conceal'd by pity's closest veil,)

Oft at this season, musing, I prolong That mix the cup medicinal, that bind

My devious range, till, sunk from view, the sun The wounds which ruthless warfare and disease Emblaze, with upward-slanting ray, the breast, Have to the loathsome lazar-house consign'd. And wing unquivering of the wheeling lark,

Fierce superstition of the mitred king ! Descending, vocal, from her latest flight; Almost I could forget thy torch and stake,

While, disregardful of yon lonely star, When I this blessed sisterhood survey,

The harbinger of chill night's glittering host,-Compassion's priestesses, disciples true

Sweet Redbreast, Scotia's Philomela, chants, Of him whose touch was health, whose single In desultory strains, his evening hymn.

Electrified with life the palsied arm,-

Of him who said, Take up thy bed and walk,-
Of him who cried to Lazarus, Come forth.

DELIGHTFUL is this loneliness : it calms
And he who cried to Lazarus, Come forth,

My heart: pleasant the cool beneath these elms, Will, when the Sabbath of the tomb is past,

That throw across the stream a moveless shade. Call forth the dead, and reunite the dust

Here nature in her midnoon whisper speaks ; (Transform’d and purified) to angel souls.

How peaceful every sound the ring-dove's plaint, Eestatic hope ! belief! conviction firm!

Moan’d from the twilight centre of the grove, How grateful 'tis to recollect the time

While every other woodland lay is mute, When hope arose to faith! Faintly at first

Save when the wren fits from her down-coved nest, The heavenly voice is heard ; then, by degrees,

And from the root-sprig trills her ditty clear, Its music sounds perpetual in the heart.

The grasshopper's oft pausing chirp,—the buzz, Thus he, who all the gloomy winter long

Angrily shrill, of moss-entangled bee, Has dwelt in city crowds, wandering a field Betimes on Sabbath morn, ere yet the spring *" So when he had dined, Jesus saith to Simon Peter, Unfold the daisy's bud, delighted hears

Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me more than these? The first lark's note, faint yet, and short the

He saith unto him, Yea, Lord, thou knowest that I love

thee. He saith unto him, Feed my lambs. He saith to song,

him again the second time. Simon, son of Jonas, lovest Check'd by the chill ungenial northern breeze ;

thou me? He saith unto him, Yea, Lord, thou knowest But, as the sun ascends, another springs,

that I love thee. He saith unto him, Feed my sheep. He And still another soars on loftier wing,

saith unto him the third time, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest Till all o’erhead, the joyous choir unseen,

thou me? Peter was grieved, because he said unto him Poised welkin high, harmonious fills the air,

the third time, Lovest thou me? And he said unto him,

Lord, thou knowest all things, thou knowest that I love As if it were a link 'tween earth and heaven.

thee. Jesus saith unto him, Feed my sheep." John xxi. 38


That, soon as loosed, booms with full twang away, His comfort, stay, and ever new delight!
The sudden rushing of the minnow shoal,

While, heedless, at his side, the lisping boy
Scared from the shallows by my passing tread. Fondles the lamb that nightly shares his couch.
Dimpling the water glides, with here and there
A glossy fly, skimming in circlets gay
The treacherous surface, while the quick-eyed trout

AN AUTUMN SABBATH WALK. Watches his time to spring; or from above,

WHEN homeward bands their several ways disperse, Some feather'd dam, surveying midst the boughs, I love to linger in the narrow field Darts from her perch, and to her plumeless brood Of rest, to wander round from tomb to tomb, Bears off the prize :-Sad emblem of man's lot! And think of some who silent sleep below. He, giddy insect, from his native leaf,

Sad sighs the wind, that from those ancient elms (Where safe and happily he might have lurk’d,) Shakes showers of leaves upon the wither'd grass : Elate upon ambition’s gaudy wings,

The sere and yellow wreaths, with eddying sweep, Forgetful of his origin, and, worse,

Fill up the furrows 'tween the hillock'd graves. Unthinking of his end, flies to the stream;

But list that moan! 'tis the poor blind man's dog. And if from hostile vigilance he 'scape,

His guide for many a day, now come to mourn Buoyant he flutters but a little while,

The master and the friend-conjunction rare ! Mistakes th’inverted image of the'sky

A man indeed he was of gentle soul, For heaven itself, and, sinking, meets his fate. Though bred to brave the deep: the lightning's flash

Now let me trace the stream up to its source Had dimm'd, not closed, his mild, but sightless eyes. Among the hills; its runnel by degrees

He was a welcome guest through all his range Diminishing, the murmur turns a tinkle.

(It was not wide :) no dog would bay at him; Closer and closer still the banks approach,

Children would run to meet him on his way, Tangled so thick with pleaching bramble shoots, And lead him to a sunny seat, and climb With brier, and hazel branch, and hawthorn spray, His knee, and wonder at his oft-told tales. That, fain to quit the dangle, glad I mount

Then would he teach the elfins how to plait Into the open air : Grateful the breeze

The rushy cap and crown, or sedgy ship; That fans my throbbing temples ! smiles the plain and I have seen him lay his tremulous hand Spread wide below: how sweet the placid view ! Upon their heads, while silent moved his lips. But, 0! more sweet the thought, heart-soothing Peace to thy spirit! that now looks on me thought,

Perhaps with greater pity than I felt
That thousands, and ten thousands of the sons To see thee wandering darkling on thy way.
Of toil, partake this day the common joy

But let me quit this melancholy spot,
Of rest, of peace, of viewing bill and dale,

And roam where nature gives a parting smile. Of breathing in the silence of the woods,

As yet the blue-bells linger on the sod And blessing Him who gave the Sabbath day. That copes the sheepfold ring; and in the woods Yes, my heart flutters with a freer throb,

A second blow of many flowers appears; To think that now the townsman wanders forth Flowers faintly tinged, and breathing no perfume. Among the fields and meadows to enjoy

But fruits, not blossoms, form the woodland wreath The coolness of the day's decline ; to see

That circles Autumn's brow: the ruddy haws His children sport around, and simply pull Now clothe the half-leaved thorn; the bramble The flower and weed promiscuous, as a boon,

bends Which proudly in his breast they smiling fix. Beneath its jetty load; the hazel hangs Again I turn me to the hill, and trace

With auburn branches, dipping in the stream The wizard stream, now scarce to be discern'd; That sweeps along, and threatens to o'erflow Woodless its banks, but green with ferny leaves, The leaf-strewn banks: oft, statue-like, I gaze, And thinly strew'd with heath-bells up and down. In vacancy of thought, upon that stream,

Now, when the downward sun has left the glens, and chase, with dreaming eye, the eddying foam ;
Each mountain's rugged lineaments are traced Or rowan's cluster'd branch, or harvest sheaf,
Upon the adverse slope, where stalks gigantic Borne rapidly adown the dizzying flood.
The shepherd's shadow thrown athwart the chasm,
As on the topmost ridge he homeward hies.

How deep the hush! the torrent's channel dry,
Presents a stony steep, the echo's haunt.

How dazzling white the snowy scene! deep, deep,
But, hark, a plaintive sound floating along ! The stillness of the winter Sabbath day,-
'Tis from yon heath-roof'd shielin; now it dies Not even a foot-fall heard.-Smooth are the fields,
Away, now rises full; it is the song

Each hollow pathway level with the plain : Which He,—who listens to the hallelujahs Hid are the bushes, save that, here and there, Of choiring seraphim,--delights to hear ;

Are seen the topmost shoots of brier or broom. It is the music of the heart, the voice

High-ridged, the whirled drift has almost reach'd Of venerable age, -of guileless youth,

The powder'd key-stone of the churchyard porch. In kindly circle seated on the ground

Mute hangs the hooded bell ; the tombs lie buried, Before their wicker door. Behold the man ! No step approaches to the house of prayer. The grandsire and the saint; his silvery locks The flickering fall is o'er ; the clouds disperse, Beam in the parting ray: before him lies, And show the sun, hung o'er the welkin's verge ; Upon the smooth cropt sward, the open book, Shooting a bright but ineffectual beam

On all the sparkling waste. Now is the time, Silence was o'er the deep; the noiseless surge, To visit nature in her grand attire ;

The last subsiding wave,-of that dread tumult Though perilous the mountainous ascent,

Which raged, when ocean, at the mute command, A noble recompense the danger brings.

Rush'd furiously into his new-cleft bed, How beautiful the plain stretchd far below! Was gently rippling on the pebbled shore; Unvaried though it be, save by yon stream While, on the swell, the sea-bird with her head With azure windings, or the leafless wood. Wing-veil'd, slept tranquilly. The host of heaven, But what the beauty of the plain, compared Entranced in new delight, speechless adored ; To that sublimity which reigns inthroned, Nor stopp'd their fleet, career, nor changed their Holding joint rule with solitude divine,

form Among yon rocky fells, that bid defiance

Encircular, till on that hemisphere, To steps the most adventurously hold !

In which the blissful garden sweet exhaled There silence dwells profound; or if the cry Its incense, odorous clouds,—the Sabbath dawn Of high-poised eagle break at times the calm, Arose; then wide the flying circle oped, The mantled echoes no response return.

And soar'd, in semblance of a mighty rainbow But let me now explore the deep sunk dell.

Silent ascend the choirs of seraphim ; No foot-print, save the covey's or the flock's, No harp resounds, mute is each voice; the burst Is seen along the rill, where marshy springs

Of joy and praise reluctant they repress, Still rear the grassy blade of vivid green. For love and concord all things so attuned Beware, ye shepherds, of these treacherous haunts, To harmony, that earth must have received Nor linger there too long: the wintry day The grand vibration, and to the centre shook : Soon closes; and full oft a heavier fall

But soon as to the starry altitudes Heap'd by the blast, fills up the shelter'd glen, They reach'd, then what a storm of sound tremenWhile, gurgling deep below, the buried rill

dous Mines for itself a snow-coved way. 0! then, Swell'd through the realms of space! The mornYour helpless charge drive from the tempting spot,

ing stars And keep them on the bleak hill's stormy side, Together sang, and all the sons of God Where night-winds sweep the gathering drift Shouted for joy ! Loud was the peal; so loud away :

As would have quite o’erwhelm'd the human sense ; So the great Shepherd leads the heavenly flock But to the earth it came a gentle strain, From faithless pleasures, full into the storms Like softest fall breathed from Æolian lute, Of life, where long they bear the bitter blast, When 'mid the chords the evening gale expires. Until at length the vernal sun looks forth, Day of the Lord ! creation's hallow'd close ! Bedimm'd with showers: Then to the pastures Day of the Lord! (prophetical they sang,) green

Benignant mitigation of that doom He brings them, where the quiet waters glide, Which must, ere long, consign the fallen race, The streams of life, the Siloah of the soul. Dwellers in yonder star, to toil and wo!


Slow glides the Nile: amid the margin flags,

Closed in a bulrush ark, the babe is left,

Left by a mother's hand. His sister waits
Six days the heavenly host, in circle vast, Far off; and pale, 'tween hope and fear, beholds
Like that untouching cincture which enzones

The royal maid, surrounded by her train, The globe of Saturn, compass’d wide this orb, Approach the river bank,-approach the spot And with the forming mass floated along,

Where sleeps the innocent: She sees them stoop In rapid course, through yet untravell’d space, With meeting plumes; the rushy lid is oped, Beholding God's stupendous power,-a world And wakes the infant, smiling in his tears, Bursting from chaos at the omnific will,

As when along a little mountain lake And perfect ere the sixth day's evening star The summer south-wind breathes, with gentle sigh, On Paradise arose. Blessed that eve!

And parts the reeds, unveiling, as they bend,
The Sabbath's harbinger, when, all complete, A water-lily floating on the wave.
In freshest beauty from Jehovah's hand,
Creation bloom'd; when Eden's twilight face
Smiled like a sleeping babe. The voice divine

A holy calm breathed o'er the goodly work ; PHARAOH upon a gorgeous throne of state
Mildly the sun, upon the loftiest trees,

Was seated; while around him stood submiss
Shed mellowly a sloping beam. Peace reign'd, His servants, watchful of his lofty looks.
And love, and gratitude ; the human pair

The patriarch enters, leaning on the arm Their orisons pour’d forth ; love, concord, reign'd; of Benjamin. Unmoved by all the glare The falcon, perch'd upon the blooming bough Of royalty, he scarcely throws a glance With Philomela, listen'd to her lay;

Upon the pageant show; for from his youth Among the antler'd herd, the tiger couch'd A shepherd's life he led, and view'd each night Harmless; the lion's mane no terror spread The starry host ; and still, where'er he went, Among the careless ruminating flock.

He felt himself in presence of the Lord.

His eye is bent on Joseph, him pursues.

Sudden the king descends; and, bending, kneels
Before the aged man, and supplicates

SORE was the famine throughout all the bounds A blessing from his lips ! the aged man

Of Israel, when Elijah, by command Lays on the ground his staff, and stretching forth Of God, journeyed to Cherith's failing brook. His tremulous hand o'er Pharaoh's uncrown'd head, No rain-drops fall, no dew-fraught cloud, at mom Prays that the Lord would bless him and his land. Or closing eve, creeps slowly up the vale;

The withering herbage dies; among the palms

The shrivell’d leaves send to the summer gale JEPHTHAH'S VOW.

An autumn rustle ; no sweet songster's lay FROM conquest Jephthah came, with faltering step Is warbled from the branches ; scarce is heard And troubled eye ; his home appears in view ; The rill's faint brawl. The prophet looks around He trembles at the sight. Sad he forbodes, And trusts in God, and lays his silver'd head His vow will meet a victim in his child :

Upon the flowerless bank ; serene he sleeps, For well he knows, that, from her earliest years, Nor wakes till dawning: then with hands enclasp'd, She still was first to meet his homeward steps : And heavenward face, and eyelids closed, he prays Well he remembers, how, with tottering gait, To Him who manna on the desert shower'd, She ran, and clasp'd his knees, and lisp’d, and look'd To Him who from the rock made fountains gush: Her joy; and how, when garlanding with flowers Entranced the man of God remains : till roused His helm, fearful, her infant hand would shrink

By sound of wheeling wings, with grateful heart, Back from the lion couch'd beneath the crest.

He sees the ravens fearless by his side What sound is that, which, from the palm-tree Alight, and leave the heaven-provided food.

grove, Floats now with choral swell, now fainter falls

Upon the ear?

It is, it is the song
He loved to hear,-a song of thanks and praise,

DEEP was the midnight silence in the fields
Sung by the patriarch for his ransom'd son.

Of Bethlehem; husb'd the folds; save that at times Hope from the omen springs : O blessed hope !

Was heard the lamb's faint bleat: the shepherds, It may not be her voice !-Fain would he think

stretch'd 'Twas not his daughter's voice that still approach'a, On the green sward, survey'd the starry vault. Blent with the timbrel's note. Forth from the grove The heavens declare the glory of the Lord, She foremost glides of all the minstrel band :

The firmament shows forth thy handy-work: Moveless he stands; then grasps his hilt, still red

Thus they, their hearts attuned to the Most HighWith hostile gore, but, shuddering, quits the hold:

When suddenly a splendid cloud appear'd, And clasps in agony his hands, and cries,

As if a portion of the milky way
“ Alas, my daughter! thou hast brought me low.”_ Descended slowly in the spiral course.
The timbrel at her rooted feet resounds.

Near and more near it draws; then, hovering, floats
High as the soar of eagle, shedding bright,

Upon the folded flocks, a heavenly radiance,

From whence was utter'd loud, yet sweet, a voice, DEEP was the furrow in the royal brow,

Fear not, I bring good tidings of great joy ;
When David's hand, lightly as vernal gales For unto you is born this day a Saviour !
Rippling the brook of Kedron, skimm’d the lyre: And this shall be a sign to you,--the babe,
He sung of Jacob's youngest born,—the child Laid lowly in a manger, ye shall find.-
Of his old age,-sold to the Ishmaelite ;

The angel spake; when, lo! upon the cloud, His exaltation to the second power

A multitude of seraphim, enthroned, In Pharaoh's realm; his brethren thither sent; Sang praises, saying, -Glory to the Lord Suppliant they stood before his face, well known, On high ; on earth be peace, good will to men. Unknowing,-till Joseph fell upon the neck With sweet response harmoniously they choir'd, Of Benjamin, his mother's son, and wept.

And while, with heavenly harmony, the song Unconsciously the warlike shepherd paused ; Arose to God, more bright the buoyant throne But when he saw, down the yet quivering string, Illumed the land: the prowling lion stops, The tear-drop trembling glide, abash'd, he check’d, Awe-struck, with mane upreard, and flatten'd Indignant at himself, the bursting flood, And, with a sweep impetuous, struck the chords : And, without turning, backward on his steps From side to side his hands transversely glance, Recoils, aghast, into the desert gloom. Like lightning 'thwart a stormy sea; his voice A trembling joy th' astonish'd shepherds prove, Arises 'mid the clang, and straightway calms As heavenward reascends the vocal blaze The harmonious tempest, to a solemn swell Triumphantly; while by degrees the strain Majestical, triumphant ; for he sings

Dies on the ear, that, self-deluded, listens
Of Arad's mighty host by Israel's arm

As if a sound so sweet could never die.
Subdued ; of Israel through the desert led
He sings ; of him who was their leader, call'd

By God himself, from keeping Jethro's flock,
To be a ruler o'er the chosen race.

Who is my mother, or my brethren? Kindles the eye of Saul; his arm is poised ; He spake, and look'd on them who sat around, Harmless the javelin quivers in the wall.

With a meek smile of pity blent with love,


More melting than e'er gleam'd from human face, — And quits his hold; the voyagers, appallid, As when a sunbeam, through a summer shower, Shrink from the fancied Spirit of the Flood : Shines mildly on a little hill-side flock;

But when the voice of Jesus with the storm And with that look of love he said, Behold Soft mingled, It is 1, be not afraid ; My mother and my brethren; for I say,

Fear fled, and joy lighten'd from eye to eye. That whosoe'er shall do the will of God,

Up he ascends, and, from the rolling side, He is my brother, sister, mother, all.

Surveys the tumult of the sea and sky

With transient look severe : the tempest, awed, BARTIMEUS RESTORED TO SIGHT.

Sinks to a sudden calm; the clouds disperse ;

The moonbeam trembles on the face divine, BLIND, poor, and helpless Bartimeus sat,

Reflected mildly in th' unruffled deep.
Listening the foot of the wayfaring man,
Still hoping that the next, and still the next,
Would put an alms into his trembling hand.

He thinks he hears the coming breeze faint rustle His eyes uplifted, and his hands close clasp'd,
Among the sycamores ; it is the tread

The dumb man, with a supplicating look, Of thousand steps ; it is the hum of tongues Turn'd as the Lord pass'd by: Jesus beheld, Innumerable : But when the sightless man And on him bent a pitying look, and spake : Heard that the Nazarene was passing by

His moving lips are by the suppliant seen, He cried, and said,

“ JESUS, thou Son of David, And the last accents of the healing sentence
Have mercy upon me !” and, when rebuked, Ring in that ear which never heard before.
He cried the more, “ Have mercy upon me!" Prostrate the man restored falls to the earth,
Thy faith has made thee whole, so Jesus spake, And uses first the gift, the gift sublime
And straight the blind BEHELD THE FACE OF GOD. Of speech, in giving thanks to him, whose voice

Was never utter'd but in doing good.
SUFFER that little children come to me,

THE DEATH OF JESUS. Forbid them not. Imbolden'd by his words, 'Tis finished: he spake the words, and bow'd The mothers onward press ; but finding vain His head, and died.-Beholding him far off, Th’ attempt to reach the Lord, they trust their They who had minister'd unto him hope. babes

'Tis his last agony: The temple's vail To strangers' hands; The innocents, alarm’d

Is rent; revealing the most holy place, Amid the throng of faces all unknown,

Wherein the cherubim their wings extend, Shrink, trembling,-till their wandering eyes dis- O'ershadowing the mercy-seat of God. cern

Appall'd the leaning soldier feels the spear The countenance of Jesus, beaming love

Shake in his grasp ; the planted standard falls And pity; eager then they stretch their arms,

Upon the heaving ground; the sun is dimm'd, And, cowering, lay their heads upon his breast. And darkness shrouds the body of the Lord.


THE RESURRECTION. The roaring tumult of the billow'd sea

The setting orb of night her level ray Awakes him not: high on the crested surge

Shed o'er the land, and on the dewy sward Now heaved, his locks flow streaming in the blast, The lengthen'd shadows of the triple cross And now, descending 'tween the sheltering waves, Were laid far-stretch'd,—when in the east arose, The falling tresses veil the face divine ;

Last of the stars, day's harbinger: No sound Meek through that veil, a momentary gleam

Was heard, save of the watching soldier's foot: Benignant shines; he dreams that he beholds

Within the rock-barr'd sepulchre, the gloom The opening eyes,—that long hopeless had rollid

Of deepest midnight brooded o'er the dead, In darkness,-look around bedimm'd with tears

The Holy One: but, lo! a radiance faint Of joy ; but suddenly the voice of fear

Began to dawn around his sacred brow : Dispeli'd the happy vision : Awful he rose,

The linen vesture seem'd a snowy wreath, Rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea,

Drifted by storms into a mountain cave: Peace, be thou still ! and straight there was a calm. Bright and more bright, the circling halo beam’d With terror-mingled gladness in their looks,

Upon that face, clothed in a smile benign, The mariners exclaim,-What man is this,

Though yet exanimate. Nor long the reign That e'en the wind and sea obey his voice !

Of death; the eyes that wept for human griefs

Unclose, and look around with conscious joy. JESUS WALKS ON THE SEA, AND CALMS THE Yes ; with returning life, the first emotion STORM.

That glow'd in Jesus' breast of love was joy Loud blew the storm of night; the thwarting surge At man’s redemption, now complete ; at death Dash'd, boiling, on the labouring bark: dismay, Disarm’d; the grave transform'd into the couch From face to face reflected, spread around : Of faith; the resurrection and the life. When, lo! upon a towering wave is seen Majestical he rose: trembled the earth ; The semblance of a foamy wreath, upright, The ponderous gate of stone was roll'd away ; Move onward to the ship: The helmsman starts, The keepers fell; the angel, awe-struck, sunk

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