Pilgrim, here compelled to roam, Doth not yearning sad, sublime, Trench. SOME MURMUR, &c. Some murmur, when their sky is clear If one small speck of dark appear In their great neaven of blue. And some with thankful love are filled, If but one streak of light, One ray of God's good mercy gild The darkness of their night. In palaces are hearts that ask, And all good things denied. And hearts in poorest huts admire (Love that not ever seems to tire) Such rich provision made. Trench. THOU CAM'ST NOT, &c. Thou cam'st not to thy place by accident, see, Do not for this give room to discontent; Nor let the time thou owest to God be spent Trench, THE KINGDOM OF GOD. I say to thee, do thou repeat That he and we and all men move As broad as the blue sky above; That doubt and trouble, fear and pain, And anguish, all are shadows vain, That death itself shall not remain ;] That weary deserts we may tread, Yet, if we will one Guide obey, And we, on divers shores now cast, And ere thou leave him, say thou this, Yet one word more-they only miss The winning of that final bliss, Who will not count it true, that Love, And one thing further make him know, That to believe these things are so, This firm faith never to forego, Despite of all which seems at strife Trench. WEEP NOT, &c. Weep not for broad lands lost; Trench. THE DAY OF DEATH. Thou inevitable day, When a voice to me shall say— All thine other journeys past, Day, deep-hidden from our sight Who may guess of thee aright? |