But first the sorrowful and then the glad: Tears for a day; for earth of tears is full, Then we forget that we were ever sad. Not first the bright, and after that the dark, But first the dark and after that the bright; First the thick cloud, and then the rainbow's arc; First the dark grave, then resurrection light. 'Tis first the night-stern night of storm and war,- DR. BONAR. Missionary's Farewell. TILL on the shores of home my feet are standing, But home itself e'en now behind me lies; Still my ship's anchor holds-but fast are breaking Round this sad heart the dearest strongest ties. Slowly and painfully those bonds are parting. Yonder, where I must go, the earth and heaven A fiercer sun will shine in noonday splendour, The cradle song, which soothed my childhood's slumbers, The words of love and prayer will sound no more, All harsh will seem the unfamiliar accents Which greet the stranger on that distant shore. "Remain, remain !" I hear my dear ones calling, "Remain among us, loved and loving still; Tempt not the wild wave of the stormy ocean, "Tempt not the blinded heathen's wilder will!” Yes, I would stay, did I not hear another, A heavenly call, which tells me to depart; His voice I hear-and theirs, the lost, the dying- Lord, I obey; I go where Thou appointest, Though only thorns and briars the toil should yield. The signal waves adieu, my own, my dearest ! Hymns from the Land of Luther. Scorn corn not the east. 16TH CENTURY. HERE words are weak, and foes encount'ring strong, Where mightier do assault than do defend, The feebler part puts up enforcéd wrong, And silent sees that speech could not amend: Yet higher powers must think, though they repine, When sun is set, the little stars will shine. While pike doth range, the silly tench doth fly, These fleet afloat, while those doth fill the dish; The Merlin cannot ever soar on high, Nor greedy greyhound still pursue the chase; The tender lark will find a time to fly, And fearful hare to run a quiet race; He that high growth on cedars did bestow, ROBERT SOUthwell. The Soul Bird. ("When an Indian maiden dies, they imprison a young bird until it first begins to try its powers of song; and then, loading it with kisses and caresses, they loose its bonds over the grave, in the belief that it will not fold its wings, nor close its eyes, until it has flown to the Spirit-land, and delivered its precious burthen of affection to the loved and lost.") ERIEL-Courier to the spirits immortal, Up from the grave where the Indian maid lies; Buoyant and onward, steer straight to Heaven's portal Up from thy prison, and soar thro' the skies. Fearless thy sanctified course pursue wholly- For thine is a mission which angels have charge o'er- care. Up as thou fliest, thy sweet carols singing, Soul-bird, to cheer thee, and gladden thy way; The treasure thou bear'st on thy onward course springing, Are star-lamps of glory to light thee to day. Onward bear boldly-though faint yet pursuing, Up to Heaven's gate the commission safe bearAngels attend thee-bright spirits are viewing, And, oh! what a welcome awaiteth thee there! Fold not thy wings till the end of thy travel Close not thine eyes till thy mission is done; And when the bright levin of light shall unravel, And the glory of Heaven shall burst like a sun, On thy gorgeous plumage, and gladden thy gazing, Soul-bird, with visions of exquisite bliss Then yield up thy treasures of love so amazing Each freighted caress, and each soul-chartered kiss. From the lov'd and the left, who wait, on earth traveltossed, The summons that calls thee away, to rejoin, Before the Great Spirit, the long-mourn'd, regretted, lost And inherit the joys of Heaven's prairie divine. UMBRA. |