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And thou, who, o'er thy friend's low bier,
Sheddest the bitter drops like rain,
Will give him to thy arms again.
Though life its common gifts deny,–
And spurned of men, he goes to die.
And numbered every secret tear,
For all his children suffer here.
NO MAN KNOWETH HIS SEPULCHRE.
When he, who, from the scourge
And bowed him on the hills to die;
Where Moab's rocks a vale infold,
Close the dim eye on life and pain,
Till the pure spirit comes again.
His servant's humble ashes lie,
To call its inmate to the sky.
The disembodied spirits of the dead,
And perishes among the dust we tread ?
For I shall feel the sting of ceaseless pain
If there I meet thy gentle presence not; Nor hear the voice I love, nor read again
In thy serenest eyes the tender thought.
Will not thy own meek heart demand me there?
That heart whose fondest throbs to me were given ? My name on earth was ever'in thy prayer,
Shall it be banished from thy tongue in heaven?
In meadows fanned by heaven's life-breathing wind,
In the resplendence of that glorious sphere, And larger movements of the unfettered mind,
Wilt thou forget the love that joined us here?
The love that lived through all the stormy past,
And meekly with my harsher nature bore, And deeper grew, and tenderer to the last,
Shall it expire with life, and be no more ?
A happier lot than mine, and larger light,
Await thee there; for thou hast bowed thy will In cheerful homage to the rule of right,
And lovest all, and renderest good for ill.
For me, the sordid cares in which I dwell,
Shrink and consume my heart, as heat the scroll;
Yet though thou wear’st the glory of the sky,
Wilt thou not keep the same beloved name, The same fair thoughtful brow, and gentle eye,
Lovelier in heaven's sweet climate, yet the same ?
Shalt thou not teach me, in that calmer home,
The wisdom that I learned so ill in thisThe wisdom which is love—till I become
Thy fit companion in that land of bliss ?
ARTHUR CLEVELAND COXE.
The Rev. A. C. Coxe is a son of the Rev. Samuel H. Coxe, D.D., of Brooklyn, and was born at Mendham, in New Jersey, on the 10th of May, 1818. He was educated at a gymnasium in Pittsfield, Massachusetts, the University of New York, and the Theological Seminary of the Protestant Episcopal Church at Chelsea. He was admitted to deacon's orders on the 28th of June, 1841, and has for several years been rector of St. Paul's Church in Hartford, Connecticut. His poetical works are included principally in volumes entitled “ Athanasion, and other Poems," “ Christian Ballads," “ Saul, a Mystery,” and “Halloween, a Romaunt, with Lays meditative and devotional.”
REDE E MER.
When o'er Judea's vales and hills,
Oh! who like thee, so calm, so bright,
Where bending angels stooped to see,
my life, to be A sacrifice to love and thee!
LORD, when thou didst come from Heaven,
Edom sought thee, from afar, With her gold and incense given,
By the leading of a star; Westward then, from Eden' guiding,
Was the light of Bethlehem shed ; Like the pillared blaze abiding
O'er the wandering Hebrew's head.
Westward still, the world alluring,
Hath the risen Day-Star beamed. And, the sinking soul assuring,
O’er the world's wide ocean streamed. Westward still, the midnight breaking,
Westward still, its light be poured! Heathen thy possession making,
Utmost lands thy dwelling, Lord!
Westward, where from giant fountains,
Oregon comes down in flood,
Or to wild Iowa's wood :
Winding o'er savannahs wide ;
Many a strong eternal tide.
Westward, where the wavy prairie
Dark as slumbering ocean lies, Let thy starlight, Son of Mary,
O'er the shadowed billows rise! There, be heard ye herald voices
Till the Lord his glory shows, And the lonely place rejoices,
With the bloom of Sharon's rose.