'Tis a low chant, according well With the soft solitary knell, As homeward from some grave belov'd we turn, Or by some holy death-bed dear, Most welcome to the chasten'd ear Of her whom heaven is teaching how to mourn. O cheerful tender strain! the heart That duly bears with you its part, Singing so thankful to the dreary blast, Though gone and spent its joyous prime, 'Mid wither'd hues and sere, its lot be cast: That is the heart for thoughtful seer, And tracing through the cloud th' eternal Cause. d Zechariah xiv. 6. It shall come to pass in that day, that the night shall not be clear nor dark. That is the heart for watchman true As o'er the Church the gathering twilight falls : No more he strains his wistful eye, If chance the golden hours be nigh, By youthful Hope seen beaming round her walls. Forc'd from his shadowy paradise, His thoughts to Heaven the steadier rise: There seek his answer when the world reproves : Contented in his darkling round, If only he be faithful found, When from the east th' eternal morning moves. Note: The expression, “calm decay,” is borrowed from a friend: by whose kind permission the following stanzas are here inserted. TWENTY-SECOND SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. Lord, how oft shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? St. Matthew xviii. 21. WHAT liberty so glad and gay, Reckless of regions far away, The dreary sounds of crowded earth, Never untun'd his lonely mirth, Nor drew his visions down. The snow-clad peaks of rosy light That meet his morning view, The thwarting cliffs that bound his sight, They bound in fancy too. Two ways alone his roving eye Or in the azure deep on high, Or darksome mere below. O blest restraint! more blessed range! Too soon his alter'd day dreams shew While of his narrowing heart each year, It must be so: else wherefore falls While from His pardoning Cross He calls, "O spare as I have spar'd ?" By our own niggard rule we try The hope to suppliants given; We mete out love, as if our eye Yes, ransom'd sinner! wouldst thou know How often to forgive, How dearly to embrace thy foe, Look where thou hop'st to live: When thou hast told those isles of light, Then in their solemn pageant learn |