A BELIEF IN A SUPERINTENDING PROVIDENCE.
A BELIEF IN A SUPERINTENDING PROVIDENCE THE ONLY ADEQUATE SUPPORT UNDER AFFLICTION.
ONE adequate support
For the calamities of mortal life Exists, one only - an assured belief That the procession of our fate, howe'er Sad or disturbed, is ordered by a Being Of infinite benevolence and power; Whose everlasting purposes embrace All accidents, converting them to good. The darts of anguish fix not where the seat Of suffering hath been thoroughly fortified By acquiescence in the Will Supreme, For time and for eternity; by faith, Faith absolute in God, including hope, And the defence that lies in boundless love Of his perfections; with habitual dread Of aught unworthily conceived, endured Impatiently; ill done, or left undone, To the dishonor of his holy name.
Soul of our souls, and safeguard of the world, Sustain thou only canst-the sick of heart; Restore their languid spirits, and recall
Their lost affections unto thee and thine!
"Tis, by comparison, an easy task
Earth to despise; but to converse with Heaven – This is not easy to relinquish all
We have, or hope, of happiness and joy, And stand in freedom loosened from this world, I deem not arduous; but must needs confess That 'tis a thing impossible to frame Conceptions equal to the soul's desires, And the most difficult of tasks to keep Heights which the soul is competent to gain. Man is of dust; ethereal hopes are his,
Which, when they should sustain themselves aloft, Want due consistence; like a pillar of smoke, That with majestic energy from earth Rises, but, having reached the thinner air, Melts, and dissolves, and is no longer seen. From this infirmity of mortal kind Sorrow proceeds, which else were not; at least, If grief be something hallowed and ordained, If, in proportion, it be just and meet,
Through this, 'tis able to maintain its hold, In that excess which conscience disapproves. For who could sink and settle to that point Of selfishness ? so senseless who could be In framing estimates of loss and gain, As long and perseveringly to mourn For any object of his love, removed From this unstable world, if he could fix A satisfying view upon that state Of pure, imperishable blessedness, Which reason promises and holy writ Insures to all believers? Yet mistrust
A BELIEF IN A SUPERINTENDING PROVIDENCE.
Is of such incapacity, methinks,
No natural branch; despondency far less.
And, if there be whose tender frames have drooped Even to the dust, apparently, through weight Of anguish unrelieved, and lack of power
An agonizing sorrow to transmute,
Infer not hence a hope from those withheld When wanted most; a confidence impaired So pitiably, that, having ceased to see With bodily eyes, they are borne down by love Of what is lost, and perish through regret. O, no; full oft the innocent sufferer sees Too clearly, feels too vividly, and longs To realize the vision with intense
And over-constant yearning; there, there lies The excess, by which the balance is destroyed. Too, too contracted are these walls of flesh, This vital warmth too cold, these visual orbs, Though inconceivably endowed, too dim For any passion of the soul that leads To ecstasy; and, all the crooked paths Of time and change disdaining, takes its course Along the line of limitless desires.
I, speaking now from such disorder free, Nor rapt, nor craving, but in settled peace, I cannot doubt that they whom you deplore Are glorified; or, if they sleep, shall wake From sleep, and dwell with God in endless love. Hope, below this, consists not with belief
In mercy, carried infinite degrees Beyond the tenderness of human hearts:
Hope, below this, consists not with belief
In perfect wisdom, guiding mightiest power, That finds no limits but her own pure will.
But, above all, the victory is most sure For him who, seeking faith by virtue, strives To yield entire submission to the law
Of conscience; conscience reverenced and obeyed As God's most intimate presence in the soul, And his most perfect image in the world. Endeavor thus to live; these rules regard; These helps solicit; and a steadfast seat Shall then be yours among the happy few Who dwell on earth, yet breathe empyreal air, - Sons of the morning. For your nobler part, Ere disencumbered of her mortal chains, Doubt shall be quelled, and trouble chased away; With only such degree of sadness left As may support longings of pure desire, And strengthen love, rejoicing secretly In the sublime attractions of the grave.
REASONS AGAINST IMMODERATE SORROW.
FOR whose sake dost thou weep?
him that is dead, or for thy own?
For the sake of Not for him that
is dead, sure, for we suppose him to be happy. Is it reasonable to say, Ah me, what shall I do? I have
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lost a dear friend that shall eat and drink no more. Alas! he shall never hunger again; never be sick again; never be vexed and troubled; and, which is more, he shall never die again. Yet this is the frantic language of our tears, if we weep for the sake of him that is gone. Suppose thy friend should come to thee, and shake thee by the hand, and say, My good friend, why dost thou lament, and afflict thy soul? I am gone to the paradise of God, a sight most beautiful to be beheld, and more rare to be enjoyed. To that paradise am I flown, where there is nothing but joy and triumph, nothing but friendship and endless love. There am I, where the Head of us all is, and where we enjoy the light of his most blessed face. I would not live, if I might, again; no, not for the love of thee. I have no such affection to thy society-once most dear unto me that I would exchange my present company to hold commerce with thee. But do thou rather come hither as soon as thou canst. And bid thy friends that they mourn not for thee when thou diest, unless they would wish thee to be miserable again.
If we should have such a short converse with one of our acquaintance, what should we think? what should we say? Should we fall a mourning and crying again? Would it open a new sluice for our tears to flow out? Would we pray him to go to heaven no more, but stay with us? Would we entreat him to beg of God that he might come and comfort us? If not, then let us be well content, unless we can give a better reason for our immoderate tears than our love to him.
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