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THK LAKE OF TEARS: AN ALEGOUY. - 10 Father in Heaven, ... - - 57 Adored be the grace. ^^ Waiting for God. ^^ Voice in the Desert. ^1 Christ the way. ^^ Autumnal stanzas. .... - 63 Fame : a Fragment, ^^^ The Smitten Heart. - . - • - - ^^7 The way of transgressors is hard. • - 63 Night. . 70 Evil Habit. -..---- 72 Loudly roars the Tempest. - - - -73 Kide forth and Conquer. - - • - 75 The Earth is filled wilh varied Form. - - 77 The Earth is before thee. - . - - 78 Commemorative. . - - » - - 80 The Land of Glory. 82 Do good for evil. ^5 Kevenge. 85 Lonely. ^7 Hope in God. 88 TOME SECOND. ON THE STRAND: Look not on the wine. A FABLE. Page. 5 69 DIKGES: GOLDEN CIRCLE. Ko. ITo^rlittle serves this empty life, 1 Witliin the safe the sacred tomb, 2 The stroke was most sudden tliat reft 3 Tliat which we loved the grave conceals. 4 There's a tiiought, pure and precious, 5 O the hopes that fresh bloomed in the morning Over an untimely grave 7 How solemn the sleep of the dead f 8 But little hope or evidence, 9 As change the sunset hues to gold, 10 O we think of our loved ones in Heaven, il O Christ our life, amidst distress, 12 Another loved one gone to Heaven — l.'l From the sad couch of pining and pain 14 Why should we weep ? why bending weep 15- One more is wafted up 16 Father in Heaven, thy will be done, 17 O we have kindred at the Throne, 18 God doeth all things well : our summer joy 19 O little feet, just climbing up the rocks 20 Fair bud, just opening into flower 21 O for the voice of Him at Nain 22 Death is the pathway to the deathless land, 23 As a mellow fruit in most qiiiet hours 24 CONTENTS. Best, brother, rest, thy toils arc done, A healing Bethesda was found Ere God called thee He had crowned thee Embalmed in the love of our heurls. must we leave thee in the tomb, 2H TOME THIRD. Pa'/r. KNUD IVEBSON; A dramatic sketch. 8 A Wlnter<8 Night. '-^1 With Gleaming Spear. ... - 24 In the Hour. '-^ InvHed I come to Thy feet. . - - 'ift Benevolent union. Both worlds. - i?7 Musings amid the Dark. • - • • 27 The Little gray Cottage. , - - - 31 TWILIGHT CIMMEBIAN. ^ Visions Fvanescent. - - . - 43 Hope thou in God. '*4 The Two Hills. 45 A Meditation. - - , . . 47 Feneberg's loan to the Lord. , - - M) Morning. 63 Contentment 63 March. .'^5 A blessing JDrom the Lord. > - • • 55 Crowned. • - • - - - 66 Bevery - 68 COKTEWTS Ruine4 Page. . 60 AUTUMNAL MUSINGS. •0 Bedemption. Baptism amidst the hill^t The Convert. Where are the Nine ? Unfulfilled. A Prelude. • : ; ya H !• • 78 • - 74 • • • " 75 77 - 7« Creation and Providence : A Contemplation. 79 THE L0ITKK2B: A FBAGUEHt, SQ APOLOGETIC. This little Book, the product of divers mood!* and varied times and occasions, hasservi'd to lipthteii the tedium of toil, and to Illumine tin- luisoelhi- iiy of life. To any who have the leisure and the inclination to turn ever its pages, it may po.ssi. bly at least afford the spice of variety. To my previous efforts, the favor extended by distinguished Men, and others whose opinion I justly value, is perhaps the best excuse for the present publication. Elm LodgCy Riverside^ KIXGSCLEAR. n: B. Canada, i ^^ «^w?y 25. 1887, A D V ER T I S E >f E N T . THr Mind is more easily impressed, by intcneot- ujil and physical objects used ad symbols, than by abscract propositions ; tlie Imagination, being not only a useful, but an indispensable mental eudow- nnnii. Fact without ornament, is frequently ur» Interesting. It is the dry stalk stubborn and bare : Figuratively exnres^ed, it is the living Iree gjact- fully adorned wit)» leaves and blossoms. 'i ruth, strong and severe, upre? rs the column : Fancy adds conieliaess and decoration. The imagination, rightly employed, is a source of high and pure delight. Instruction imparted by types and figure's, fixes, without wearying the attention, is not easily lo3t, recurs to the memory spontaneoncly, or is exctred by accidental association. It is potent in mould- ing the mental character, rnd in correcting the heart. The exhibition of tnings pur«2 and beauti- ful possesses an attractive virtue. (iy) ADVERTISEMENT* Allegory is an ancient and honored metliod of instruction. The Prophets of Israel wlien opening their " dark sayings on the harj)," I'rc quently used it. The Saviour of the worlds in his beautilul sim- ilitudes, employed it. The scenic and tremendous grandeur of the Apocalypse, is due to allegorical types and representations : the mysterious quality of the symbols, impressing the imagination with awful sublimity* - The aim of the following little Allegory f s to Im" press tke heart with important truths, while the fancy is interested by new combinations of thought and imagery. Death is represented^ not as an imponderable shadow, iior fleshless skeleton ; but as a veritable personage of pith and muscle, who to the ripeness Of age, adds the vigor of youth, cmnbined with in- satiate rapacity. The phantom of Sickness, baa somewhait less of the corporeal, and more of the spiritual structure. While human suffering figures under the image of a Lake, The erring reason, which rejects or undervalues Revelation, or attiBmpts to substitute something else for.it, or to improve on its theology or procept§ —finds no place in these pages. < THE ARGUMENT. r 't THE ARGUMEXT. Summer morning: scene a forest. Lady and Child approach. Stanza i Hope uncertain, thecau^e. S. 6 The glory of God evinced by each natural object. 6 Lady and Child depart. 7 Autumn^ description, thoiights. U A Spectre approaches tJie Lady, seizes the Child. 15 Departs followed by the Lady. 19 Arrival at the Luke of Tears. t£i They embark. 25 Sights etc. Dread. Night (27) natural, (28) on the Lake. 29 Pictures-.— a beautiful Girl, (Sl)the dissolute Sceptic, {'.\2) — the trembling Believer, (33) — the confident Christian. 34 Morn sadly rises. 3(5 The IsU of Death. 37 The Pilgrims land. 38 The IsU and mountain. 39 Episode .• the Wind under metaphor of an Urchin, becoming (lastly) an Inebriate. '^\ City and Palace of Death. 43 DescrijJtion of Death and his Court. 45 Stat- ues to the Votaries of ill-gotten Wealth and Power. 4G Statues to those loho have acquired fame by the commission of evil. 47 Picture* on the walls. 48 liuins scattered over tha pavement. 49 The Child sleeps. 60 Unfoldingt of a Valley, The Lady beside a Tomb, . Converses / is consoled. Her Child in Heaven, — 71 Conclusion, I'. \ €\}t 3Lake ©f Cears> r"\ -. THE LAKE OF TEARS; (I OB, VISIT OF THE CHASTENER. T # ^ •it' I. HE Earth resembles a precious stone Lost in the ocean deep : So strange a charm is over it thrown, And the power of so beauteous a sleep. The leaves are voiceless on the hill ; And the flowers, at the rock's gray foot, ' Change in the sunlight — yet are still. For the voluble Winds are mute, II. Truly might some untroubled heart, Some fresh unruffled brow, Taste opulent joy— life's moil apart— In this fragrant greenwood now. f •* 11 THE LAKE OF TEARS; For the goodliest vision of gladness, sleeps Under the calmest lid : As the brightest memory of the steeps In the smoothest stream lies hid.— And I hear a step along the hill, Approaching this choicest spot ; And a voice comes up, like the silver rill,— Whether thou hearest or not. III. Yes I gentle Lady. Indeed 'tis well To cherish that bright-eyed Boy :— Thou feelest the love not words can tell, And the bliss not time can cloy. Well, he is beautiful and bright As a rare and polished gem ; Or clouds that move in the morning light Near the Sun's great crown of flame. And his artless and gushing mirth comes out Like a star on a midnight sea. When the dim trees hang in a beauteous doubt And the waves wash pleasantly. < IV. Ah doating Mother 1 Thou movest away, Far far on venturing wings, To an ideal land. Couldest thou but stay With these most magical things I OR VISIT OF TlIK CIIASTKNER. 12 i The glory of earth and princely years Have bound the brow of thy Boy, Till tlie present but as a frond appears,, On the lliverof thyjoy. Oh hope hath a soul that draweth down The stars beneath its feet, And lavisheth bliss like the summer's down On the soft winds wildly sweet. Ah, well-a-day It is good to build, But we build our hopes too low ; And the fears of our he arts are thus fulfilled Which shake us with mourning and woe. Arise I— O come, let us ah , And mount—for we ought and must— And walk in the Palace of the skies, Cleansing our hearts from dust. Do we not know how rich the home ? And the heritage how fair ?— Lo the KING our father bids us come : And our Elder Brother is there. V, The Sky resembles a drop of dew That sleeps in a lily this morn : There is no shade in its eye of blue— And time wears never a thorn. () beautiful world of varied charms ! How brightly a glory glides ; 13 THE LAKE OF TEARS; m While myriad Uvea, and endless forms, Arise on its spmlding tides. No flower awakes from tlie winter^s sleep ; No leaf stirs in the wood ; No sand grain shines on the rivulet's lip; But sweetly is telling of God. Telling of God— each Is telling of God; The earth is full of his praise : Behold what beauty is spread abroad I What skill etich form displays I Mark the matchless might I O, God alone Can do such marvellous things,— Can stoop fVom the height of his glorious throne To burnish an insect's wings. The smallest atom, the tiniest life, Outspeaks his perfect praise, Incomprehensible and vast In the least of all his ways. Yea, smaller forms than sense hath scanned, Are with life and power endued ; Yet to each he openeth his hand, He giveth to each its food. No least of all his works, is lost To his unsearchable thought : Even to the least he giveth most, And tke humblest are kindly taught. - Lord of all life, Lord of all hosts— From far I lift mine eye, OR, VISIT OF Till": CHASTKNKU. 14 Pcrciovlnft* yot but tho shadowy skirt Of tliy ffi'Viit niJijciHty. Yot wlmt I see. how full of power. How full of marvel and love : For beauty, in a co))iou8 Hhower, Falls from thy courttt above. We need not st^arch the heaven, for proof Of an A i.M lo hty On k : Earth's humblest atom ia enough, And brlglitens like r sun. vr. Trow a tide of mellow splendor bathes Those ru.!J:yoiul tln' soa. Klclily hidon hut vvluit its fate, The flockin/? (hiys must suy, And tlie inouns that move in solemn state, Away and always away. VII. Like PumptuouH plumes from the flying Year Have fallen most golden eves ; And Antumn tlie gorgeous stoled, Is here, And sitting amidst the sheaves. The Sky resembles a mateless shell, Cast on a white sea coast ; Whicli seems to the listening ear to tell A tale of the glories lost. No wind is whispering through the dome — One cloud is waiting there, As if to enter that brighter home, 'Where the always-white-robed are. The leaves of the wood have changed to flowers Of a hundred brilliant dyes, As if angels had touched them in golden hours With kingly mysteries. Nay I — mightier than an angel's hand Those leaves has beautified^ The KING himself ha? given command, And the work is perfect, and wide, Beautiful, beautiful, along OR, VISIT OP THK CIIASTENER. Ifl The moving hlll.s they show; Where the stately IJiver cahn, yet strong, (ilcains like a bent steel bow: And the blended hues float like a song To the glassing wave below, vrir. A day like the hushed and mournful sound That througli tlie sea sliell strays : The sky with clouds is flecked around, And the wind— wild Harper I i)lay8. He is wandering among the tree tops boon, And sings in a world of strife ; Playing a mournful, mournful tune About death and the future life : How the rich leaves pass, how we must pass, Pass like the flowers and the leaves. While the husbandman bears From the field where it was, A load of the ripened sheaves. Saving it by a labor of love, Lo now he gathers it thus. And may the great Husbandman above, To his garner so gather us. IX. The biting frost has been with the blast Amidst the autumnal woods ; mmmm 17 THE LAKE OF TEARS; And the sumptuous leaves ride many and fast On the steed of the bounding floods. The Lady sits in a fading bower, While the wind sings dirge without ; Her head low bends o'er a drooping flower In anguish of great doubt. That flower— ay me— it is her Child— Her Iv/. ^d — her only one; Whose eyes so blue looked forth so mild, Midst thoughts like a gleam of the sun. She hears a foot on the withering grass, A voice on the churlish air — Alas — alas — For the youngest may pass From the earth while it seems so fair. And Jle approaches with tremulous tread- That withered and shrunken Form— His eye retires in a hollow bed, As a bird that hides from the storm. A fearful paleness o'erspreads his cheek, Yet mixt with a living hue — A vital tinge— though wasted and weak, Which dries and returns like the dew. Hi? clayey arms are bony and bare, Deep scarred by the arrows of Pair i And if ever that shriveled form was fair, It can never be fair again. f OR, VISIT OF THE CHASTBNER. 18 X. " O take not my Child— my only one, In those terrible arms of thine ! '' Tliat voice is vain — the act is done, v^ Those arms already twine — Twine like the brunch of a leafless vine Around the victim child. And the Phantom sung—'' Hush baby, mine I ** And the Boy looked up and smiled, Oh then with tears imploringly : *' Take not my Darling hence I Give him— O give him back to me I " But a voice said— Take Mm thence, XI. A moan ran over the hills — The sky wore weeds of sorrow — Sadness drank up the gladsome rills — Blackneps obscured hope's morro\?' — Wailing usurped the throne of Joy- Life lost its sole defence — Dumb stood the woman that bore the Boy — And the Voice said : Take him thence. 4 XII. Her unbound hair streamed in the gale : A cloud entombed the sun. 19 THE LAKE OF TEARS; Speechless the motlier fell and pale Before the Almighty One. XIII. O had she ever bowed before, In the swift and prosperous hour, When her day was bright, And radiant Delight Was crowned amidst her bower ? When no voice of wail Crept over the vale, Nor sorrow scowled from the cloud ? When dark Portent sleep bound and still, Gave not a sign that crossed her will, And spoke no murmur aloud ? She bows— Ah unscourged gladness seldom Bows to the God above : His counsels fall like shafts at random : We search not the mine of his love. XIV. Day with its night, three days and more The Spectre sat rocking the Child. While the mother, the gentle mother who bore, Stood waiting like one exiled. Love too was watching though buflfeted sore, Hope struggled and yet was foiled. OR, VISIT OF THE CIIASTENER, 20 While day after day the fair boy bore An aspect more melting and mild — More pale more melting and mild. XV. The Phantom He rises on his feet, The strong trees shake around, The sky throws down a shower of sleet, The last leaves fall to the ground : '' Farewell-^I go to the Statue Hall." The mother laughs for joy : ^* Nay Lady, thy solace in that is small, For I bear away thy boy.'* Great drops obscure the mother's eyes, More blanched her bloodless cheeks ; Hhe sighf! — no words can tell those sig?j8, She weepiS — that weeping speaks. Upon lier child — the child she loves. The salient air falls keen And the Phantom his thin dark mantle moves Its wasting form to screen. XVT. ™"My child— my Boy from the ruthles hand Of the fell Destroyer save t This bud, which Thy winds of joy have fanned, O keep from the place of the grave." 21 THE LAKE OF TEARS, Hark, the weeping mother pleads again — •* LoRl>, spare the chastening rod." Then the fearflil Phantom said, " Amen : I do but the bidding of God/^ On the sere and barren earth she fell, That earth brought no consoling; She could not answer, If is well. — And the tide of her grief was rolling. XVII, A shudder seized the massive hills As the Spectre strode away ; Fitful nnd sad sobbed the voices of rills. And the J>ady arose and forward prest. She wearied not nor thought of rest. For her grief brooked no delay. On her child, the only child of her love. The intrusive blast fell keen ; And the Phantom— see him his mantle move. That mantle which Pain and Sorrow wove. Her tender child to screen f XVIII. Onward and on through tha gusty day ; He turned not to Ir^ft nor right ; Nor halted he when the eve grew gray, Nor halted he all night. Because the way was dreary and cold The Lady sang and wept; n OB, VISIT OF THE CHASTENER. 22 While the little hands of the child caught hold, When the wind with moanings swept. And its plaintive voice— so weak so faint- Went forth in earnest sorrow : — *' O cease, sweet babe ! thy touching plaint— But rest will come to-morrow." And the Phantom chanted in accents low, With measured rhjrthm stately and slow, . " Sweet rest will come to-morrow." XIX. Now the morrow rose on a creeping mist, And a Water wide and dim ; Where mystery met the soul's acquest, — Yet floated a peaceful hymn. Kot from the earth, not from the Lake, Those musical numbers came : Yet over both they seemed to break, As the thoughts of light and morn awake. Breathing the Holy Name : Appealing to earnest consciousness : Telling of life and God : Saying^ Lift up thine eyes to bliss : Kneel— kneel— and kiss the rod. » XX. Gloomy and rough had the wild way been; Black mountain and arrowy brook : 23 THE LAKE OF TEARS, Trees trailing with moss and of ancient mien, Over the pilgrims shook. ** O give me back my only one On this bleak and blighted shore V* Yet &he faltered : " Thy will, O God, be don e— It must — for ever more." And the fearfu 1 Phantom said, " Amen 1" And they came to the gray sea beach : A low mist rose tuid sank again, Far as the eye could reach. Far— far as the wistful eye sight leaped, like a blanket it covered the sea ; While many a sailless mast, out peeped From its thick shroud, dolefully. As wave on wave rolled on amain. By crisping north wind blown, That mantle rose and fell again, Those masts went up and down. The surges beat upon the shore, Sluggish and salt and cold ; And still some vestige of wreck they bore. Heaping it heavy and old. It seemed a dismal dangerous sea, Its founts were human eyes ; And the winds that wafted its waters on. Oh I they were human sighs. OR, VISIT OP THE CHASTEN ER. 24 XXI. <» What Lake is this ? thou Waster old \ What wild, weird Lake is this ? What means the mist o^er its face unrolled ? And the masts which the pale beams kiss ?" " This Is the Sea of gathered Tears, Where the dead and the dying meet." As he spoke, the waves of six thousand years Rolled up around his feet. As he spoke, the stormy water spake, Throwing up the broken bark. From the oozy caves of that slimy Lake Whose stores were bitter and dark. *' This is the sea of human tears, Where Pride takes down its sail. When the pale low sun of wasted years Is hid by the misty veil." XXIL " O bear not hence— thou Waster old, O bear not hence my child 1" But the waves already around them rolled, With voices stormy and wild. And the Spectre sat on a wreck so old, Rocking the wasted Child. The ragged outline of the land Desolves behind the prow : Beckons the Gale with cloudy hand, 25 TUB LAKE OF TEARS » And the Spectre nods in stern command, With arm uplifted now I That terrible finger points away To the secret heart of the troubled sea. XXIII. In moanings failed the hungry blast, With a law and shivering sound ; And half way up the sailless mast ' Spread the mantle of mist around. Dim looked the sun — how dim that day, And sad as a battle shield On an arm of thunder, stilled to clay. While its red life stains the Held. And scattered barks came o'er the deep. Rending its misty shroud, In mournful guise, with lonely sweep, And forms by suffering bowed : And scarce a shred Of sail was spread Oi the bitter sea they ploughed. Some swiftly passed us a stormy wreath By destiny controlled. The yeasty deep Refused to sleep : And some went sluggish and cold. OB, vnrr or thb cbastbicbb, XXIV. The Blast its tary roused again, The sea birds flapped their wings : While mingled many a lethal strain, Teaching sepulchral things By words of import—vaguely thrown On the reproving air; Which burst Arom a shadow, overgrowa To a stature of despair. Midst cord and mast Shrill piped the blast : With never a shred Of sail. Swiftly they went, As Arab, bent On steed, along the vale : How strangely onward— onward sent. Like leaf on the tossing gale. XXV. A mote, from out a bank of haze, Comes like a distant wing; It grows — it grows — it fills the gaze. Silently cumbering. Fantastic shapes in the horrent air. Wild shapes it assumes on the sea: Now over the wrecks of the proud and tUr It shouts in terrible glee.— B tlf^ TltK LAkE OK TtBAftfl ♦ It has whirled the barks with mllilewed arm ; From shrivelled lips, it blew The troBt of despair, Which drank up the air, As the sun drinks up the dew. The sea-mist robed its grizzly form.» When out of the wave it grew ; And, on the fiery herald of storm, Over the deep it flew. •* What is thy name, terrific one ? " The trembling Lady asked. *' My name is Dreads and my work will be donOt Though my arm is sternly tasked. In kindness am I sent to man, Ere hope for ever remove, Ere life has passed beyond this span Which limits the ofi'ers of love." t XXVI. One wreck bore a mysterious form, Green as the mountain pine, Which heeded not the mist nor storm, Nor the sun that ceased to shine : Quiet and deep. As an infant's sleep, It glided o'er the brine. Upon each wreck a Shadow stood; They spoke not*to each other : OK, visir or tkk cuxntEitEtn, And twilight dim sliut over the flood, Hiding man trcfm his brother^ XXVIL Crowned and calm, how lovely is Nighty Coming down from the place of power I Half robed in whitCi Besprent with light Of infinity's starry shower* Winds have sunk loaded in their flighty With sweets of each balmy flower. Scarcely a tremor on the hill, A whisper in the vale ; ^ Save the simple gush of the rambling rill, Singing an olden waiL While moves the Moon mysteriously Midst fleecy clouds and white i And the forests glow, And the lake below Sends forth long streams of light* No fitful sweep Of tempest deep Bursting o'er mount or glen. No shuddering moan, Dismal and lone. Rising from bog or fen. Gladness the solemn, fills the earth In the deep hush of night; TMB LAKE OF TKAIW, ♦ i And Heart takes wln^i To glorious things, And Thought rides, robed In might.' Go trace the tempest-troubled sea, In the severing hour of dread, Or ♦he sea of human agony- Hush— other words are said :— The earth how fair, Earth and the air, But a horror creeps from the dead.— XXVIII. Night— strangely interspersed with light- Hovers the doleful Lake : Frequent some wild and startling sight Streams on the lightning's rapid flight— ' Tis gone ere one awake. Hark, fierce winds bellow o'er the deep- Anon the waves are chained in sleep- Stars struggle on the crystal steep— Lo I more than splendor of the sun Bursts through the cloud piled night: Music— as if it floated down From the richest heaven, is heard— Quickly what undreamt sights are shown Like fluttcrings of a beauteous bird. Once more the night is loud and deep, Made blacker by flashes of light OR, VISIT or niK CnASTBllBll. •^ Which show the barks strong tein^>ei;'i sweep To the desolatt' Isle of niglit. XXIX. One bore a Form— In purple and peai*l« Such as earth's chlefest wear. One bore a pale and lovely Girl, With a garland enriched by her hair : Bright was the gem that shone therein. Bright was the gem of her eye : But sere grew the leaves of that garland green, And the air unfastened a sigh. And the sturs stooped to drink At the ocean brink, As that lovely one went by. O heart once light I There gathered no night On the green and sunny hills ; And the magic of earth had uptaken qnlt* The eye which its image fills. And I^ength of days, stood beckoning On a distant and dazzling height. And Pleasure the vain, came forth to ilng The anthem of delight. O false 1 O false— how false indeed t Unstable in every phase ; Besteading not the hour of need On the bitter Lake of the day*. TUfi LAKE OV TVA|l«« XXX. strangely, from off this bitter sea. Appears the dreg.my past. — Freshly rising on memory In shadowy vision vast Over the present it seems to sweep. And into the future far; Wliile we stand as o'n a topplin^g^ steep Beneath the lieaVeu's blue bar; The past and present, lifting nude '3'heir great heads from the sea ; And each with language now endued* Crying^-r^,.^ Futurity J .' Oh ! in the ocean of that word What urgent things lie hid t They move— as if a mountain stirred. Lifting its rocky lid, A world oi' glorious— glorious thing* Is ofl'ered to ea^h in gift: And have our grovelling hearts no wingf Our needy tonls to lift] A sta.e of ft arful— fearful things Also forewarns us here; And shall oar foolish covetings Prink the hot river of fear I ---^ \ XXXI. I^ok I— ^it Is driving ov^r the sea, Coning down amidst the wrecks ) — OB, VISIT OF THE C|IASTi£KERy That bark is appointed sumptuously, All sails are spread, and, floating liigh, Jts gorgeous peuuons flout the sky ; Wliile strange shapes crowd its decks. — A form on costly pallet laid«- Behold how bloated and flushed I Bwift gleams like sunshine pierce the braid ,- Tempest a moment hushed ; Ominous orgies fright the wrecks, While boisterous nmsic shakes the haze, And maskers dance in mystic maze. See— — -gobliu shapes are on the decks I O strange and flendish crew ! Fride stalks unblushfng in the midst, Sin sports unmasked,w view ; Doltish Presumptiou loudly scoflTs : Wit drowsed with wine besotted laughs, While Atheism a potion quaffs. And, dazzling beyond the true, False Hope is busy with conjuror's glass, Jiife — death-— are among the things that pas§ ;< And nothing appears as it is, or was. Or shall be-»evermor^. These are the gods in which he trusts : While troops of wanton and fleshly lusta Brin^ food«— .-^O baneful store I Conscience lies drugged beside the mail ; ^'t^^oe^ l^f^ IjaUea wi^ romj ^k^^ ; \ THS LAKB OF TBAItS; Fbrever !■ shriyelled to a span ; And Death to unwaking Torpor giow«. Fabulous forms before him dance ; And Fhrensy and Fire and stupid Cbanee, At games with terrible Hazzard play : WhUe rampant Ruin, with ghastly grin» Drinks from the golden go^^let with Sin. — Ix> I a sudden gust, a wli'i*I> ^ motion^ A cloud, a noise a space in ocean. XXXII. A sail on that dim doleful Lake Bears one of timorous mood : Strange phantoms followed in his wake. And would not be sn.bdued. How great the feai that pressed him close, And freig!' od with dismay ; Yet from his knees he looked to heaven, Crying to God alway. Mark, in his hand, the book thpt ,: -JeM Of pardon life and peace ; For words of comfort, lo he seeks, Amidst his emptiness. O how he strives, with trembling band* To grasp the Promises I While press his foes, a mighty ba2id« To snatch him from the bliss. And shall the hostila horde pn^Q f ^,T"'"T.''-'-~n.'— •U» tr; liiSkim «it, yisrr qp the cbaspereb. M l\ i Shall Christ the Lord not hear? Lo I while the powers of hell assaO, His sheltering love is near. Jesus is near— though unpercei\'ed, To shield Arom every harm ; And underneath his chUd, is placed The everlasting arm. Even in the bosom of his Lord, See 1 he is carried now : Within his heart is written the word; Christ's name is on his brow. — Yes, God— the God who heareth prayer. And saves the desolate, Will lift him from this earth's despair To joys supremely great. Arise— from dreams of earth, Child of alliiction i and pray ; For great is the One who heareth prayer. And he turns not the needy away. He Uold» out a blessing to thee ; Ask then, and bear it away. To the end of an endless eternity. To the night of an unsetting day.— O I .thanks be to God, that he sits Oh his marvellous Mercy seat; Calling the wanderers near his throne, And the lost ones to his feet. XgE LAKK OP TKAR3i XXXIII. JjO, one in fVail unci ninking skliT, Came up withuut u must : His form was wasted, as a cliflT Of iije by the spriug-tiine blast. Sin — imrth*<»doIe-^paiii , Earth's lQS8n.-earth*s gaiu» Stood by him, t^s he passed ; Stood by him to ubsorb his tliought, And rose before liis eyes ; He saw them, but they moved him not j He looked into the skiesr** The sky which opened to his gaze, As opes a i^arvellous roll ; And preciousHruths, with love ablazQ, Came down into his squU what had de^th to do with him ? His life was hid on high, In Christ with God, which thus became A life that: can not <^e. Almost^ er$ he had to the Court Of the King of Terrors come, A chariot and angels came^^^ Chariot of fire and steeds of flame-; And bore him grandly home. a 4 XXXIV. A kind of mom, with feverish U$kt^^ Slowly and sftdl^ ftwal^^9 \ on, V16XT OF THB CHASTBVBR. \ I \\ The sun arisc8--but not bright, A cloud piled way he Ukes. The heaven is ^^i&^'vy Avith dole and gloom; And the l»Qautiful earth soems all % tornb^ XXXV. Voices are whispering in the dtoudf O'er many a drifting wrecki Faces— what strange ones 1 look fr«m the shrouda. Or silently walk the deck : Their robes are made of the wasted clouda. And thej pace the driving wreck. •* O who be ye,^the Lady said— That board our ghattered bark P'' ** We come from the living and the dead. And we carry our traces dark." •** O go ye hence !— the Lady saidr— O hie from our sinking i»ark." XXXVI. *' Look 1 *♦ cried the Spectre, «nd his hand Beckoned a deep dismay. As he pointed to a mole of land-* In the heart of the sea it lay. A lonely Island, hill-lifting and sad. Cloaked in the rolling cloud; fn light the golden, it grew not glad: Ajq4 tlje Uidy ti^mbling lx>«red. ' THB LAKE OF TEARS T She spoke no word, she moaned no moim; Her heart was stricken and knelt alone. It looms in the ever troubled sea r ** An iHland— -perhaps of rest ? " Yes, to the weary it shall be. To the weary in heart and breast* As a waif from lifer's Sea, in its valley, thoo Wilt one day find repose , A»d sleep with au unacliin^ brow But even that r,I amber will dose; Yes I thou shale rise^— as if from dreams — In joy or sorrow shall rise, liise, freighted from the thousand streams Of earthly memories. Migiity — whether for bliss or bale. Will that awaking be. Stand up, O child of earth r assail Thy dark corruptions, and prevail — 'Tis for eternity. Lo, the foes are mighty who assail , And subtle In policy : But take the heavenly shield for the strif^r And a sword fh>m the armory. Tempered in the river of life, And go forth to victory. XXXVII. The Spectre shook his thoughtful bead^ He smiled a joyless smile : ■ ' !""'■-■ OH, VISIT OF TUB CHASTElfER. S8 •* lAdy, a doleftil wAy we've sped, And have come to a doleful l8le« And here we ground our sltattcred bark. And hence— to the Statue Hall,'' He wrapi the Boy in his mantle dark, Which covered him like a palL XXXVIII. Pierce shores of burnt and spllntjered rocks Hung over the Wrecks of ships ; Fantastic peaks clomb from the blocks, And whistled with wizard lips. Rough—from the salt waves' ceaseless brine, A gloomy mourlaia arose ; Its rent top glowed, Like the tierce abodo Of fires that dislike i-epose. Its head o'erlooks the rolling clouds, Sifting thick snow and sleet, — Crowned with a show of dissolving crowds; While Sorrow sits crouched at its feet. — - Yet, oft on the flashing top. Across the centre, a swathe of cloud. Heavy and dark— midst thunders loud, Closed up the light— bu i seemled to ope Strange glimpses of something more. Chariots and horsemen, vaguely seen. Seemed to be there— or late had been, lieaving ^ar the door ; i» ftn frAKB or TRAIl» \f And light, tram the Celestial gate. Lingered » momeiity o'er The wild and terrible mountain height^ Making it glorious and bright.' With sobs half choked and blibberlng moans ^ The Wind runs over the beetled stones. With shoeless i The future bowed with beck and smile. But evil crept in-^ah, unawares ; By little— by little it slew the cares Of the busy soul, and placed in their stead Wild baseless hopes, of idling bred. Insidious harm, by gentle degrees, With cunning sin^delighting to please, Bound with dark habit's brazen chain, Till life is nought, and manhood vain. Benumbed with cold and wandering late, It stumbles along the cliffs of fate ; In the distance lost- -with a half heard moan, Passes that Wind to the place unknown. XL. Hedged was the path witii brambles rude, Leafless—yet briars they bore; 41 TRS LAKB or TEARS; And tko way with ominous bones was strewed— While the stones strange tintlngs wore. <* My darling f may the High assuage Thy bosom's budding fears : We've come — a painful pilgrimage, O'er a sad salt Lake of tears." XLI. A aty ! It rises from a rale At the base of the mountain blaclc ; The winds have built it, with many a tale. In the dusk of the ages back. Vast wondrous domes, tall spires of rock, Strange obelisks of clay ; Where the winds in mockery have written Records day after day, While the busy fingers of earth, have been smitten With the palsy of long decay. The indefatigable breath Of the salt sea, stark and lone. Has scooped out structures—pillar and wreath, And fosse, and crowning stone. Where the mist and not the hearth*3tone smoke , In the sunlight red has curled : And the crowds mysterious in the street, Which pass, and without greeting meet, Move on to another world : Their spirits have no resting known In the shadowy olty, waste and lone. >., m,jwp>' 1 i«>»'*i_i- OR, TlSrr OF TRS CHASTENER, H Palace of Death t With domes and qpirei, It shows in a shifting light Now in a gloom and dusk it retireSi^ Anon — imprisoned in white. Wild alabaster columns, springing From the black and terrible dust, And golden points strange radiance flii^ging, Thoy change into iron and rust I XUI. A siletit warder stood at the gatc^, And entered the Pilgrims in solemn state. There.played a smUe o'er the Ups of the Child, As the portals behind them dlose. Escutcheons straoge, and trophies mi>8t.wlld, The Lady with horror froze. Dark thi^y hung on the crumblii)g waU,^ Broken they strewed the -floor : And the King of "Terrors gave forth his oaU: *' Ho, Plagues I bring forward more 1 '' Straightway a lean and withered Tbutifff Unbolted a gate of clay; And the Palace shook like a smitten string, And noontide blackened its ray. XLIII. Throned was the Despot on whitened JM&et Of Monarchs his hand had slain; I THB LAKE OF TBARS» And the music that charmed his ear, was groani From the torturing rack of Pain, His temples wore a Idngly crown : J BULEt was graven thereon. His arm had cast the strongest down» The proudest had overthrown. Cold was his look as the wintry blast That beats o'er the artic wave ; And his voice, like a sore "y of the pa8t» Came up from the bla ^ grave-^— Fierce as the fhrious turnace blast. Loud as the thunder, I wis : While, from snakes which crawled Through that mountain of boneSi Arose a horrible hiss. His hair was grizzled, his cheek was red| He looked both old and young; His smile was ghastly— as if the dead Haunted him in a throng. Disastrous troops and hideous forms Ministered to his will, Bringing him food of human wormt— » And yet he hungered still. XLIV. But others took alluring shapes In the court of the gloomy hall, They wore not the livery of Death, , .M:yi^\^'i'!^^.Si^if.\'ji.''fri^iiiA'%-:rl OK, VISIT OF TBB CHA8TBWER. 44 Kor answered to his call ; Tet ▼ictlms many, chained hand and Ibot^ Inexorable chain I — They caRt b«»fore him— all drugged and mute. Each seemed to have lived in vain. A spear was dipt in blood straightway. And spirits were flown ah where ? Mysterious realm I Alas, Dismay Broods also forever there. XLV. 1^ Around that Chamber gloomy and Tasty Long rows of Statues stood. The sightless watchers of the past, With magic of Power endued. These were the champions of renown. Who tolled to build a Hold By wasting earth, or casting down Another's right ^for gold. What hungry promptings I fierce and gaiui For some indefinite good A fantasy upon a throne, Mounted o'er pools of blood. The vision was full of life, and bred Invincible will and power: O'er headless trunks walked up the To the pageant of an hour. Haughtily on an argent throne, Wearied— he sat him down; I ■MM y!f>fi;-vfm>^--, IT^VT I THE IiAKB OF TBAB8, But galling— although its jewels shone, And terrible wm that crown. A fhrious zeal, a dismal thought, Dissolved his tortured frame; And smoked the arm that grasped the power In imperceptible flame. From the throne of a moment, lo, he passed Contemptibly to the pit; Like sand from the top ofa P^nynid, When Libyan winds alit. XLVL Around that dumber somtbre and Taati Strange cpumbliag statues stood. Stretching along the misty Fast, With magic of Fame endued. These were the Spoilers of renown. Who tolled to leave a name Floating along the muttering river, IhiB briiit of aU' evil fame. What endless -mghts, What gloomy di^ The frantic passion burned, Fed with the fuel of memories From^ombs of the inurned.— -* His shadow seemed with eternity blent, L&e a meteor sparkled his name : He vanished— but left a monument. And the empty echo of fame. What is the ralue of that wor4 OR, VISIT OF THB CHASTBHKB. *• In the eternal state ? There can the praise of man be heard? j^\q£ — ^for it conieth late. Fame- is to do the will of God, His favor is renown Moving eternity, and crowned With an unwithering crown. XLVII. Around that Chamber in mouldering state^ On the draped walls were hung, Scenes dusk in years, pnd heavy in fate : Toil exacting, and hope elate ; Triumph defying, and battling hate ; Good that was doomed to watch and to wait : Pictures which found a tongue In rueful murmurs from far off days. In tokens effete, and dwindled lays; Like the weird sighings heard in dream On the marge of Midnight's sluggish stream. XLVIII. O'er the pavement along that Chamber vast, See— fallen column, and chiseled stone Which genius bad touched with skill unknown. Thought sat o^er the marble pale and cold, And left it a substance richer than gold. Among the desolate things of the past The vine-clad pillars of Tadmor were strewed. ■»i # ^.«iii— j'^j w* ii*fjtKmfi0am 47 THK LAKB OF TBARfl, Belus lay bruised in solitude. Memphis embalmed broke through the crust Of the trusted eftrth with her solemn dust. Balbec, from midst her ponderous stones. Was heard on the mournful wind in moans. O^er Pctra a saddening splendor lay. Thebes crouched in the hues of departed day. (Unwonted thoughts, like a mingled host deemed from Tyre's desolate pile to rise :— .The mighty Past, with its treasures lost, Eevired a^in, and climbed to the skies. XLTX. A change pasaed orer the &ceof the Boy, As lie felt the Tyrant^s spear, Some gleam of Heaven, a tranquil Joy« IVhich cast out tlie Tyrant's fear. And those eyes were sealed With tlie dimness of Death. Tliose lips with the stillness of Quiet—— '* Thou hiding Earth 1 we this bequeath. That Corruption uauotleed may tioV* L. In a Tale on the Island of Death The oft removed turf is green; And mornings may chance with a summer bf«Ath, And sometimes the sky is serene, — — -."UFT'Tt^W- V-^l.? OR, VISIT OF THE CHASTEN KR, M Rankly and green the thick weeds sleep At the foot of a weeping tree, They grow dark and they grow deep As the desolate weeds may be. Like a fading wreath, there floats a moan From its melancholy boughs ; And a star-like gleam and a ceaseless ton« From a rhyming rill that flows. White it flows , it floweth dark , Softly singing a plaintive old tune : Some quiet hope intrusts its spark To that bosom living and boon. LI. Fresh is the earth by the standing stone, Fresh as a falling tear; And the marble is pale, and the marble is lon« As the last of the days of the year. Often at night and often at mom A shadow falls over its tomb.— — The earth may be sad, and the heart may be lorn, Tet flowers will arise to bloom : They shall spring forth when none beholdeth. Ere the tears of the mourner be dried; While winds stir the mantle Of green, that enfoldeth The fair earth's sorrow and pride. ■;pppipippj|>.^^|Bi!J!Kiit7»)S3i83*5r ?»«K7'75t5?'«*(«?»'i'T-»Jfr#>'*M M THE LAKE OF TEARS; ■ f i LII. ♦ O Lady, softly the sad wind flows, And soon will come dropping the rain : Is it needfUl to feast with thy bosom's woes ? And to foster thy bosom's pain ? LIII. " The rising gust can scarcely molest, And the toiling cloud that weeps, For a mighty sorrow within my breast Its ceaseless vigil keeps. My joy the pillow of woe has pressed. Till it sleeps where the lost one sleeps Here I laid him to take his rest, I buried him here alone : The heart was silent amidst his breast, And the life within was flown. All that is left of him lies here,— Further I cannot trace: Hy thoughts arise with many a tear And search through time and space.** LIV. O Lady, lift thine eyes above. Thy lost one lingers not here Behold I— he has entered the kingdom of love, Where the Ransomed In life appear. Rejoice— it shall ever be well with him As cycles midst cycles appear, ?'!rsjjs)j('aw».^»!T^f?»M: •-•f^'-K-XTIt f i«?;,'vi^:BW»y. ' 'Tftre ■'<.'Tra'^---y«!5^^ ^r OB, VISIT OP THE CHA8TBNER. 00 "While clouds of Funs move round the Tbrokk Of H I M who has life— power— goodneBe, aloiift* ^ LV. ** Glad hath he climbed to the Kingdom of lore— I hope but my heart misgives I The Invisible Land is high above, And a gulf in the distance lives : Alas I— for I saw the cold earth move, The pitiless earth— which receives.^ LVI. Thou hast seen the rod of the CHASTBHVBt And he ard a whispered voice, Hast looked on his moumftil Messenger, And thy soul could scarcely rejoice. No, Lad y , no, thine eyes have shed The choice wine of thy heart In the lonely labyrinths of the dead, Where each one weeps apart. Now toudi the golden sceptre Of the stooping King of King», Go quickly as a fWghtened bird To lond uplifted wings. Thou Shalt sit and feast in his presenoe On all delicious things.— How sweet to know in our sorrowt. And to feel, in our death and striil^ 'Jjf|.fifii|^fi^, l i t i'. ' iiM" ' ^M^t:Uj>iy)»4. 4 'B'-!W- '-~ ^^ '- W ^^Tf^^KW^^ fS'ff: '=»^T«wr^^ ij^pw>»wr»^ II THB LAKB OF TKARS; That he keeps for us the wine of Joj^ And the bread of endless life. LVII. ^' Indeed I have heard a whisper^ Yet seem to have heard it not; And dim ideal figures Distract my brooding thought. MournAilly draped are all my musings, Doubting stalks through my heart; The winds and waters vaguely murmur^ And earth seems sighing^ Depart i Depart but whither shall I go ? I ask, In my appeals ; For I am smitten— sorely smitten. And who is there that heals ?^ LVIII. liady, this is a sorxowAil land, But yet a trusting place, Mourner t and seest thou not the hand Would wipe the tears from thy face f LIX. ** Ah, every earthly hope decieTea And pierces our poor trust, It changes in most golden eyes, Sbowltig itself bat dust ; !tiSffi?irlteJ =-■., .:-,^si ?!5(!^'l.*t»«^;!WW»™«'«Ji;i!!'S.l. J»i,(J'I,;B!|i^|IM'J i.'U ^¥ wrtiwrwww»'?'p(^;' -*";'w?}iry\ •t'^t ~(^,1Wi^^^wlf»^f^^ ^i.t '.u • ,r er THB LAKE OF TEARS; Angete the favored have gone out. And Man fi-om God's fair garden; Bni ib^ver shall those whom the Kino will brfn|^ H«>mv^ with overbrimming pardon. See— what a life I What glorious years Of never closing bliss 1 Sins, woes and wants— hopes^ doubts and fear»^ Shall each forever cease. There, God who takes our sins away. And makes us just and dean^, Will be our God ; and we shall stay ^ Where his dear face is seen ; Dwelling in his most perfect day^ No clouds to intervene. ' O canst thou stop thine ears to the wor^r. When kindness itself doth speak I Then listen to thy loving Lord» Who came the lowly to seek. Thou knowest the Ancient Volume f Each page is an ocean of light, Whose stately shining lights the son In his meridian height. Without it heaven and earth are robed! In garments of thick night. Each dazzling word of glory pierce* The dead night of the soul, i 1 1 ^jfjv vT"^'>^.^^^^a^^w!^f':y^^p^|^^l^l'^^w^Jy,^^y•j^w^^^ r^^P" OR, VISIT OF THE CHA8TSKER« Till in the distance, lo, life's fountain Is seen to sparkle and rolL Lxin. ** Indeed I have read God's mercy gift» Tct something I fail to see : Which of those gracious utterfUUKf Expressly speaks to me P* LXIV. Lady, each promise in that Book Speaketh as much to thee. As if no other had ever fiyed To be saved fi'om misery. To each who loveth Jesus' nfu»% To each who seeks his faoe, Most freely he extends his arms. And speaks each word of grace: Wide they were nailed upon the ti^ To allure a ruined race : Let us arise— both thou and m^^ And^haste to his ^^mtoraoe. LXV- The word can reach the mourner's heart- That strong transforming word ; Then idle dreams of earth depart, And Goi> lalone is beard. M -■?"■&* -.a-;- ik^Mm^M:- -mimtffimmmf^^ i«!ppii"f w^iiytfW;' ww'jpfwii mmff'-f^ m itmm i^ wyt-w • jh^wp ■■ i w .»i •••.w » TRK LAKE OF TEAIW; LXVIr How can we any longer stay Far fh>m this Gracious Onk ? O baste— O haste— no more delay ; See' what his love hath done f To make this love a Jewelled wayr L0| he gave up his Sosiv LXVII. Thrice happy heart, whose glorious truat Is placed in God alone ; Who^from the fellowships of dust. Looks up unto his throne. For wd are w^:;«» how weak, alas r And God is God of might ; And he will freely give t»us Strength— wisdom-^nd delight; A7:d length of days—vast dazzling day9 Of Ms eternity f Where we shall gaze upon his face. And wfth him ever be. O what a transport wilt it be. With overflowing heart. The greatness of his love to see^ And never more depart f LXVIII. Seest thoa the Throne of the Houest ? And thy Lost One worshiping tkere ? llll,UM7<'."<S!f]^w^ 'y-' '^^'1* A< WAITING FOR GOD. Oft and oft come changing feet; But of iTiisscrd stern or uiild None regards the little child. >'over liis fair face suffuses Life inMiusibly unlooses The rich cord, before its breaking Frees the soul,to life awaking. Upward look those longing eyes, Piercing the uplifted skies, Heedful, anxious, wearily; Who will turn aside to see ? Pity on tlie lone one taking, Pity one kind Ik art is waking; And aside liis steps are turning, — Kindness oft will speak to mourning. **Child, why lying in the road ?" **/mM waiiiitff here for GOD^ **Waiting do you say for whom ?" " GOD. O he will surely come. "They are with him — father, brother, And at last he took my mother. When on bed of langor lying, When that last dear friend was djing, She assured me God would be A father — mother — ^friend — to me, Would come and tarry at my side, And see each pressing want supplied* •f W WAITING FOR OOD. '*! have no home ; nor is there any ^ To dry my sorrows which are many, I liave no frieuds,am worn and weakly ; Yet I have tried to bear up meekly : Now, weary, I am resting here. Watching the sky, so blue anl clear, From tlris hard pavement as a bed. Till God shall come as mother said. "My mother's up with God in glory; She would not— could not tell a story : My father also and my brother O they are each with one another. And all with God. And can you tldnk He will not soon step down tlie brink Of this clear sky ,^4 mother said, And help her child ere he is dead ? ** Tears fill the stranger's eyes to flowing For Heavenly Providence is showing A pleasant path, the path of duty. And opes the gate all rough with beauty. "Yes, little lad, thy God has come, And moves me now to take thee home. Faithfulness is his name ; and still He sends us help by whom he will." The boy leaps up, for light has broken Around his path with heavenly token ; His cheek, like wild rose, freshly blooming* '\ ^'JtU&::iiiiAaii :^'.T, \ '\ VOIOK IN TRB DBSBRT. "How long— yet no— how quick in coming I But God has sent— I cease to sigh,— Hy mother never told a lie : Jbsus was all her Joy and stay; I knew his love did but delay.'' M VOICE IN THE DESERT. Affliction and darkness my footsteps surround, As I wander in fear on an enemy's ground, Where the evening wolf prowls, where, the winds wildly beat; But I hear midst the tumult, a VOICE rery sweet. Pleasure tempts but to vanquish, it wins to destroy ; A moment's possession, to gall turns its joy : Like the soft breath it comes, like the tempest shall fleet, But no I t'is not thus with this VOICE very sweet. Where the boldest sha'l quail, where the stron- gest shall full, In a wHd of dismay, I have heard this VOICE call : When the friends of my heart — become foes — - made me flee, They were ^^sins of my heels :" It said, Come unto MEi Though mournful and doleful the desert I go^ Where the foes of my life have heaped chains on my woe, fs e2 VOTOE IT THE DESEUT. Tho* theenrth prove i;. furnace, destruction a sea, I know tliat sweet voice which aaith, Come unto ME. Deliv'ker, |?o with me, tliy face make to shine ; Achieve, —for O Captain, the glor.v in thine; Not the race to the swift, not the Jleld to the Htronf^. But thro' TIIEK we shall triumpli, and join the saved throng. Redeemki:, O stooping one, cauf»e me to greet Thy rO/C7i; very often, tliy voice passing sweet ; Beveal thy ricli love, let thy name be my song, And my portion at last with tliy blood-ransomed throng. CHRIST THE WAY. Lord, I should not dare To lift up my prayer, If thou wei t not mighty To j^ave fromdespair. Ilailst thou not bowed thy head, Had thy bio )d not been shed,— If tliou badst not suflered. And lain with tlie dead, AH, all were in vain,— Unbroken the chain i • V: %\^ U ^^iti- »*v' CHRIST THB WAT. Whose cankering fetter Should rust and remain. But, triumphant in might, Thou art come from theHght; Leading, bound to thy chariot, The powers of niglit. Thou hast put up thy sword, O, Ever Adored, Pclighting ill luercy Our GOD and our LORD. Having wonders achieved, Having all thi|jgs received, Reign, glorious KING I Be adored and believed. At thy feet— low I fall, On thy great name I call, And crave thy rich mercy, 3Iy SAVIOR my all. AUTUMNAL STANZAS. Tlie leaves are falling in showers On the breath of melodious hours; They fall like beuutifiil flowers From the gorgeoui forest tree. AUTUMKAI BTAHZAa. Reft and low they are lyingf, While the sweet soft air is sighing,^ While an unseen Hand is dyeing Their sumptuous drapery. While the sunlight calm and golden With life and power enfolden, Its cryv 1 Keep hath hoiden O'er the waves of a lucid sea. Sweet forms I they are gather'd to sleeping, Where dust its darkness is keepings While mountain rills are weeping Old tones of mjnstrelsy. Thus beautiful wlien they perish Are the Joys we fondly cherish, Rich leaves of this hour— tliey perishi GorgeouSf exceedingly. All that is earthly is dying, And dust makes no replying To bosoms vaguely sigliiug • For sure felicity. But a volume, old in glory. Speaks througii the shadows boAr^i Telling a marvellous story Of life from Calvery. 4 id^. AUTUMNAL BTAMZAII. The highest Heaven ia bending, Lo t Life'8 groat L< )UD, descending To purchane life unending On the astonished tree. FAME. A FRAGMENT. \ Jl A NAME! a name! Verily one would think The earthly earth-worn heart had dreamed of glory, That it fihoiild fashion to itself a name. And cast it on the rolling flood of ag< 8. What I yet to picture to the bouPs warm vision The incessant shadows of Futurity, Deeming they sliall be 'lumined by the flash Wliich plays around a name ? O credulous. To build with reeds upon Futurity, Futurity whiqh will outlast the marble, — Which shall outlast the sculptor and the work, And live when mortal things are vanished. Thy destiny derlvog its good or evil, Its mould, lis bias, from the good or evil That gathers in thy heart. Thy earthly doings, Though they shall be wiped oflf from earth'0 green surface, Without memorial, — traceless as the mist That flits along the ocean's cheek at morn. r ■"%• FAME. A FRAGMENT. Tet shall they live within thy soul, and be • The power and resurrection of tlie Paatf In light or Borrow ; if tliey be not purged From evil by the Sacrifice of llQuven Swallowed in dear Atonement. Dost thou think That to the glorified, earth's fume is aiiglit ? Fame, by the sweat of folly or sin achieved? Albeit the name were trumpeted on earth, Extolled a marvel of the universe ? Ah no I And to tlie spirit not at rest, What is it ? Burning gall and bitterness ; A torment, and the residue of woo. Choose thou the good, for that is Imnwrtality^ Although it walk the earth with Jnd!f/encc; Or early sink in the oblivious pool Wliere many deeds lie lost and uiidntingiiished. The wise man wears his decdo uliout liis lieart— But a!« a corrouet upon liin brow* iShall wc'ir thorn in high Heaven : Though or 11 Kit hands Unbar the glorious gates of glowing pearl, And welcome to the City of the blest. THK s:\nTTK:f in- art. THE smitt>:n hkart. Few voices hath the smitten heart; Though luxuiy whispers round it wake, Its hih'ut coumiunlugs are deep, It8 tears are hidden — if it weep, Its tliouglits iil e lone low billows break. I'cw wolces hath Die pinitten heart, Thougli many forms in vision rise; Tliey may be hcauliful and bright With more than mortal love and light, The rainbow tints of summer skies. But that wliicli once deep welcome gave To greenwood, hill and moonlit wave, To liope and joy ; and that sweet charm Which flings o'er all a radiance warm — That soui of bliss, Imth passed away. Leaving sad vestige of decay: Thoughts wl.ich aie witliertd as the wood Things which have wasted as the flood; Sad relics! whitli alone declare That joy and bio.s.sing have been there. I !l Vainly the earth, () smitten heart, Olfers a balm to heal thy bruise; Its joys are disappointing things, Its golden hopes liave sombre wi^^gs, False id the choicest light it strews. it TBB WAT OF TBANSORBSSORS IS HARD. Tatnly the earth, O flmitten heart, Appoints its dpecious times to heal. Then whither, whither wilt thou look? One BOOK alone, one ancient Book, Can something for thy aid reveal. Volume of beauty, power and light 1 Its radiance streams along the night. That book, God's ample, glorious book. Brings grace and healing for thy stroke , Unlocks a hall of wealth to thee, Xiimitless as eternity. LiOHT unapproachable, hatii made That holy word, its softened shade. Kindness unspeakable, therein Lifts the lost soul from death and sin* ''the way of transghessohs is hard. » TiiERR is a cloud of awful gloom, Sealed like the cold unknowin*? tomb; No liglit on its thick folds shall fling Radiance and gorgeous coloring, Such as throbs o'er a summer heaven Where heavy clouds repose at even. Bent by a thousand burstH of light, And verged with snows oi lustrous whitev THE WAY OF TRANSCBESSORS IS HARD. M But, like a midnight moonless shroud, Abides tills cold usurping cloud, While yet the awful thunder sleeps, Impendent, round the vengeful steepi Of treacherous black and slippery sin.- O, Child of death! what can&t thou win, Stumbling upon the gloomy hills, Through ills which ope to mightier ills ? The cloud of thy transgressions, bound In blackness to the heavens around, Rejects the holy light above, The light of God, the light of love. Thy pathway, — whither does it lead? And who shall aid thee in thy need, When blacker gulfs, terrific, roll Endless confusion on the soul? Now there is One can blot the shade From the barr'd heavens, which sin hai made ; And pour upon thy thickest night The marvel of surpassing light ; And ou the mirkest shade above Outstretch the lainbow of his love; Thy alienated spirit bring, With thoughts that mount, and lips thai sing. .1 1 : Pfl«l,ll(lW'flHW : 70 NlGilT. Traveller! on a diingerous roaJ, Arise and call upon th)- Uoi). The phantoms wjiich allure a.c valu: Thy labor is the scoil ofpaiii : Thy iigiit ... a diiuni mat liaunU the Ilind, Thy hope ... a cloud borne by t he wind ; Thy joy ... a il jwer on torrent's crest; Thy boul ... a wing tliat can not rest. Arise I — The EVKIILASTING make Tliy muniniv-nt which sliall not shake, God's mercies are a bountlless sea, His arms of mercy wait for thee. Arise what hast thou here to choose? WhJic is there here thou wilt not lose ? Awake, awake, O deathless mind; With Jesus thou siialt all things iiud. NIGIiT. Tis Night, the still and balmy night t ' No cloud obscures the azure high : A soft, a silent thoughtful light Embathes the steeps ; and nature's sigh That sigh which evermore awakes-— A tone and tense of sweetness takes. 'JTifl night, and the unclouded Moon Walks like a Seer of ancient time, k ij"l.i I ,pi'JiIW(f4-4P'-'' .V ^ NIGIIT. And all the ftiir^j so meek so boon,— rair spirits of a purer clime, 3Iake choral chaiint and symphony From out tlie rich imuiensiiy. n fill Tiiorc falls a whisper from the trees, 'J'liere .steals a murmur on the air, 3IufH-Ml and low as memories Of that whicli was most fond and fair: Till even the Ik art of many cares l.s caught and ravished unawares. And lu;ly thoughts run up and pown, From earth to llea\eu, from Heaven to viirih : Ea-jii ear- a rich and .shining crown, And la liantphiious waft it forth, An angel's joy, an angel's guise, And i)ow( r's unrivalled mysteries. All nature, bowed and worshiping Befor ' the Everlasting T1IR0:NE, Is fragrani as an ollering. And precious as a priceless stone. And smiles this moment, fresh from teara, As if it had not wept for years. And now the wearied sons of time Have laid thir cankering cares aside To list the visionary chime 1 1 ! 72 BViL nAniT. Of distant rill or rippling tide. To such the night— it is not night, But day more dim witli tliougiits more bright. Slumber hath balm for heavy woes, In dreams the sad may even be blest ; The homele.; b ; — EVIL HABIT. t That cloud of haze, like valley clods, His bright locks overflowcth, For the heavens have hid their blessed face,-* And the sun to burial gocth. The f arth is pone, the heavens are pons, And flower and tree have perished: —— Thus Habit circumvents the soiri. And blots the forms it cherished, Till in that subtle atrophy • Heaven, earth, the heart,— have perished: What then the Past ? A faded strand, Terchance where memory tumeth; - The Present ? A sahara'fl sand. Which still the scorched foot burneth; While an immitigable pit Is that Future whence none returneth. LOUDLY ROARS THE TEMPEST. Loudly roars tlie tempest, O^er sear nature beatiug; Loudly roars the tempest,^ Time Indeed is fleetliig.' , i|ii" wifwjiniLi i^iiiw^iywjji.np^ril.F) * '■ M"..-,n»wj»*'i;-*™j_ iHfilwj Mi^r- -;^ i i LOITDLT ROlXa THE T1MPE8T. What are joys and pleasures In this world of sorrow ? What arc joys and pl( azures, Can the? cheer tlie morrow ? T »/f ft-; cb-v o .' nubbles Otj ilfe'r. suv'aV" ocean? GJi't«»rin>. .n'^y ia;t^ ^'^ ,, pan tiiev,irai, v'.votion? '/ ^t there T . " !M,.( many— Those ^. iji, .lo I iirfue Ihem : Tell nie are the. Jan V. Aqy that will rue them ? What is life, but sorrow ? Hope, but sore vexation ? T^ft(r-Jnu8t fade tomorrow, Thii— in expectation. Is life then worth living, Void of real pleasure ? Life indeed was given, Given as a treasure. Is there aught to cheer us In this vale of sorrow ? Is there aught to cheer us, Aught beyond to-morrow ? LOUDLT IIOA219 TH£ TSUrifVi : Wake, O sleeping lyre I . Wake ill anthems glorioutt Sing, with heavenly lire, SinL' the Lamb victorious t Ycs,*a crown most dazzling, Tiiosc wlio seek shall gain it ; Yes, a robe of beauty, v« ^ot a Bin sliali stain it. Far beyond this ocean Lies the Land of pleasure,— Far beyond this ocean — Taere lay up your treasure. Time is ever gliding, Ougiit if not be dearer? TQwaj45/f'e goal we ai-e sliding • pjypfif momen' nearer, Here the sweetest flower Knows but short endurance, Fading in an hour, — Say, is this assurance? O lay up your treasure Where can come no sorrow, And joy beyond all measure blidU be yours to-morrow. f| i ?• ' BiDlS'^&Rtif AND COlfQVBli; Is not life worth living, Though all ills come o'er us; Gall not worth recelvingj With a crowq^ before us ? RIDE FORTH AND CONQUER. Ride forth and conquer, victorious Lord f Unsheathe the bright sword of thy glorious word, And sever the bands winch are binding In night The nations that know not thy marvellous light. Lol the mouldering gods of the pagan shall shake, Lo ! the kingdom of night to its centre shall quake ; Their chains shall fall oif, and thy people bo free, To the desolate bounds of the uttermost sea. O I arm of the Loud, which wast glorious of old, Wlieu Egypt relinquished the flock of thy fold, When thou Ictldest theai forlh througli the desert and ea — Wake, O t aim off lie Lord, end thy sond ehall be free. 1 J ' THE EABTR IS FILLED WTTH TABIED FOBM. 77 THE EAKTH IS FILLED WITH VARIED FORM. The earth is filled with varied form, The trusting heart is fond and warm, It bodes no ill, it dreads no storm, And will not go to Jusus. How needs It things of firmer base ? Tlic earth is its abiding place, It hath the goal, includes the race, Why should it run to Jesus ? Harkt mutterlngs gal her on the hills, Heaven's azure face with blackness fills,— Uath hope its shroud, and life its ills, Tliat men sliould seeic to J KSU3 ? Then, by the gloamy hour dismayed, Joys rise to cheat, and bloom to fade, And woe unrolls its dismal shade, And all is dim but Jesus. With rJght opprest, with siidncgatheredflam*. iMiiii IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) S!o lOiBM0RATIVB. Let the hope of that future, Which God doth invest With a glory and shadow A fear and a zest, Be quickened with toil, And be chastened with prayer, That thy xod may bud forth, That thy branch yet may bear Such fruit as refreshes The pilgrims of years, Who toil in tl.ii valley And pathway of tears. COMMEMORATIVE. The night of the grave !)ath shut over The promise and il^Ut of thy eoul ; And the green turf, which h?<',e8 friend and lover, Hath closed wic'i thy beii's muarnful knoll. With thy hope and thy fame, It rra-s morninf^, The bud of thy youtli had put forth; Disease had not spoken its warning. Nor calumny wounded thy worth. COMMEMORAlTVa. •1 Those blightings ^v^ic'l visit mau\"» dwcIHxigf Unharmful tiiy spirit had pa=?t ; And thy hoar' o^ a'Toction was Bwelling _With a tniSL which we trusted would last. O how la* h tlic p-ffted one po-^'shed I Tie str'.n!;ifs of iii^ lyre are u;iboand, And the friendship aif..»ction had cherished, Harh ki>=;sed the dark dust of the ground. , Timers shaflow can claim no revi%ing; ' ' ■ . > ■ All, all 13 most niTife in the tomb: There none for the ma itery is striving, And only destruction shall bloom. flad years been allotted thy spirit. Earth's records thy name had upborne; But death has enshrouled thy merit; And those who have known ti.ce must mourn. So uncertain is l?rei;i itP glory, So certain oarherirago — death: To-day but repeats Vr.o sad story, Exislen-^ci stems only a breath. ITow quickly rome enter the portal That lead-i 'roin this strange world of dreams : Trust in CHRIST, and thou shalt be immortal. Where glory it a'i that it seems. THE LAND OF OLORT. THE LAND OF GLORT. There's a land of richest beauty, in glory hid away, W.ieie the wcaiy are ai rest evermore. There vlie raii>oa»eU omis are oiiig.n;;, they bweetly biiiging sa, , Tiie sortawd ot a ^.oilf;il world are o'er. Taey sUik^ tat- r larpi of gold With ecdiasy un old, Brightly glowaig hi tiic everlasting da;^; And the niemjiies oi" Luen* journey, to ^o.dcnjoys unfold, Ai they talk of tiieir trials by the way. Say wiieuce i^ave ^ e j jaraeyed ? We are from the va.e of Le«iic- — - Tiia!; low ikad dangerous valley walled with glooii). ^ With llgit t'ueie mingled shulow, through all th» heavy Near-, But wc left it at the eni ranee of the tomb. O ye^ I we lefi tut- g oom At the passage <>.' the tomb, And dwell in JazzUr.g splea.lor evermore. In the mansions of our Fatueii, we have found abundant room ; And g.ladiaeai— even an overwhelmipg ttor*. THB LAND OF GLORY. "^fl 'How catered ye thia glory ? It was Jesus brought us here. ' lliD loved us with im- everlasting love. To ac('()nipli>^li our redemption, In that world he did appear; Having bowed t'le very highest heaven above. II' bo e 1 x^^reniest Iosf — Kvcn loved tlie eriiel cross, To ran om us from thraldom we wore in ; Endrded us with favor and refined us from our drosi Gave ho iness, and look himself our sin. He raised us and we n*arve!. O w^as ever grace 80 grea* I And what could lovlngkindness have done more? Wo are his for everlasting, heirs of his vast estate, And joyfully wo '-crve him and adore. We Mess iiim for his word, The sure p'^jini e of the Lord, Which is mightier tiian sin aiid death and hell. We bless him for the earth, which with heavenly things w^as stored : We love him—for he first loved us so well.— Come, brotherF, now be joyful, though we're in the ral© of tears,— THE LAND OF OLOBT. This low and diiagerous valley walled with gloom. With light there mlagles shadow, through all the heavy y|^rs, We shall leave it at the entrance of the tomh. Yes. we shall leave the gloom At the passage of the tomb, And dwell in radiant glory evermore; And the rod which kindly chastened us, — like Aaron's rod will bloom. Laid up before our Father on that shore. There is boundless joy before us, there is safety even here, For the Lord our faithful keeper slumbers not. Then press on through iighl and s'iadow, until we at last appear Mi. HOPE IN G^^D. Hope, hope, and the thickest shadow Will past) — puss like the night away; Like a vision of cloud from July'i meadow, LilkC the mantle of anow in Aprii'^ day. Give not thy heart for a founlahi of sorrow, Nor thy cheuk ,o bo clianuelled by brooks of woe : Not of the past nor the future, barrow A fardel of ill or a tomb-like show. Not for