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 PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
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 INTEODUCTORY. 
 
 There are moments in life when the soul, sur- 
 rounded by a bright atmosphere of its own 
 creating, loses so entirely its sympathy with the 
 body that enchains it, as to become unconscious 
 for awhile of the close coimexion, and to wander far 
 away among the green pastures, by the still waters, 
 and thi'ough all the pleasant places of its own 
 glad choice ; the body, meanwhile, remaining pas- 
 sive where the spuit left it, until something too 
 earthly sends back the wanderer to its cage, like 
 a truant bird discovered, caught, and again im- 
 prisoned. Alone goes the spirit forth ; but nought 
 remains long alone, and spirits from a far-off land 

 
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 come fortli to meet it, and in their silent commun- 
 ings amidst the clear ether of their own bright 
 sphere, impart to the wanderer beautiful and joyous 
 things to carry back to earth, that her rough and 
 stony paths may smoother seem. It was in such 
 a moment as this that my spirit went forth and 
 met other spirits that chanted such lovely strains, 
 and sang to it such beautiful songs, that my souFs 
 malady seemed at once relieved, and my being 
 refreshed, as the spirit of Saul was revived within 
 him, while he listened to the sweet melody of the 
 Psalmist's sacred harp. The manner of it was this, 
 the time no matter when, and for the place, foUow 
 me into the cool precincts of a holy temple of the 
 Lord, whose portals wide offered to the passing 
 pilgrim shade and repose for his body from the 
 noonday sun, and for his soul from the glare of 
 the wearying world. I entered and contemplated 
 with holy admiration the beauties that surrounded 
 me ; and as I gazed intently down a long vista of 
 richly carved columns and expanding arches, point-
 
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 ing upwards, as though to show the way to heaven, 
 my ear was touched by the soft and melting tones 
 of sacred harmony ; the strain it gave was some- 
 thing low and pensive, and the notes went gently 
 murmuring among the many pillars, and answering 
 one another through the lofty arches, ever in their 
 progress upwards tending, until the fretted roof 
 caught and rang back the sound, as the heart 
 attuned to holiness ever beats heavenward, until 
 its faithful prayer reaches the throne of God, 
 and finds response. And I stood motionless, for 
 every sense was absorbed by that which most 
 could please it : the eye rested on external beauty, 
 the ear caught sounds of sweetest music, and every 
 feeling was soothed by the pure still atmosphere of 
 the holy place in which I stood ; until the mystery 
 of its influence seemed to enwrap my soul and 
 bind my senses with inertness ; then, by an effort 
 to be free from its tliraldom, I turned to depart ; 
 but, in doing so, the Painted Window, unseen till 
 now, burst upon my sight, and stayed my progress.
 
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 How dazzling was the scene that tlius so suddenly 
 saluted me ! The brightly shining sun threw its 
 refulgence full upon the gorgeous colours ; and 
 they, as if surcharged with brightness, shed of their 
 abundance on the cold stones beneath, making 
 their surface beam with the mellowed reflection of 
 each vivid hue, and reproduce their brilliant tints 
 with perfect yet subdued distinctness, as echo 
 returns in softened tones the sound that wakes it. 
 My eyes were almost pained with excess of bright- 
 ness, and yet a fascination stronger than my will 
 ever forced them back upon the scene, and held 
 them there. Suddenly methought a lovely spirit 
 issued from out the glowing colours, and, soar- 
 ing upwards with airy lightness, floated in pale 
 azure softness above the radiant window, watching, 
 angel-Hke,lest aught should harm it. The spirit came 
 not unattended : one by one, seven minor spirits, 
 all of like loveliness, arose to my astonished view ; 
 upwards they sprang, and poising their airy forms 
 midway from the earth, remained each one im-
 
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 mersed within the softly-beaming ray of its own 
 bright colour as it glanced athwart the space un- 
 tenanted till now: spirits they were, for they were 
 shadowless ; and, therefore, of the earth they 
 could not be, for nought that springs from her 
 but throws a shadow e'en on the brightest spot. 
 These were all light ; and as they lay steeped in the 
 tinted ether, their calm and lovely faces looked like 
 the expression of some bright and holy thought, 
 for whose utterance in song they waited in willing 
 obedience for their angelic leader's signal. My 
 eyes no longer ached with too much light ; the 
 presence of these spotless beings shed so pure and 
 soft an influence around, that all obtrusive glare 
 was now subdued, all harshness taken from the 
 outline, and the finished picture only beamed per- 
 fection, I did not dare to move, lest the bright 
 vision should dissolve at the approach of something 
 mortal. Entranced I stood, with breath sup- 
 pressed, wondering how this could be ; the music 
 had ceased long since, and the fixed silence aided
 
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 to increase the mystery. And was this all ? was I 
 to turn away, and carry with me nothing but the 
 remembrance of a useless dream^ unfit to tell, 
 because all void of good results and beneficial pur- 
 poses ? Hush ! the awakened air touches my ear, 
 and bids me listen ; the spirit of the window has 
 taken up its parable in song, and I must heed. 
 The tone, the voice, the strain, unlike earth's best 
 effusions, stayed not on the portals of the senses, 
 but rushed like a spirit to the soul at once ; so 
 pure, so calm, loving and pitiful, drawn from a 
 well-spring always clear. Retrace with me those 
 words : the strain I cannot give : the voice that 
 gave it me retook it in bidding me " God speed " 
 into the world again.
 
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 PooE mortal ! who with raptured sense e'en now 
 Thine ear to music's witching spell didst bow, 
 A willing captive, eager for the sound, 
 Caught from the chain by wliich thy heart was 
 
 bound. 
 Is there no magic to entrance thy soul. 
 No fascination that escapes control, 
 No rapture wafted o'er thine inmost sense, 
 ThiiUing the heart with feeling all intense. 
 By this mysterious combination made 
 Of various hues, changing from hght to shade ? 
 
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 See how these brilliant tints their reflect throw 
 Upon the cold, dull stones that stretch below. 
 Lending their influence bright to make them glow 
 With hght and heat drawn from the rays above. 
 As the cold heart that Heaven awakes to love. 
 All fresh illumined in bright colours seems 
 Glowing with light caught from celestial beams. 
 Raise, then, thy thoughts above the things of 
 
 earth. 
 To the Eternal Source whence beauty has its birth ; 
 Eetraoe on memory's wing the noiseless past, 
 And as thy thoughts in quick succession haste, 
 Mark how the blending colours point thee back 
 To distant objects scattered o'er the track 
 Of God's wise dealings with a sinful race, 
 Speaking of hope and peace and saving grace; 
 Like here and there a pearl let fall to tell 
 The coming traveller to pause and dwell
 
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 In contemplation on the scene awhile. 
 
 Where earth and heaven meeting seem to 
 
 smile. 
 What glowing object first attracts thine eye ? 
 A radiant bow set in a stormy sky; 
 The harbinger of God's returning smile, 
 Upon a world darkened by sin awhile ; 
 Sent to relieve mankind of needless fears, 
 And bid the weeping earth dry up her tears : 
 She stayed their springs in wonderment to see 
 AH colour blended in one harmony. 
 Oft shines the bow, ever-returning token 
 That the promises of God once spoken, 
 Through time shall stand unchanged, unbroken. 
 Still rains descend, and tempests darkly lower ; 
 Still beats the flood against the beacon-tower : 
 Ever the earth some piteous drops must weep 
 For sons who in her bosom's bed should sleep, 
 
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 Snatcli'd from her arms to find a watery grave 
 Beneath the cruel sea's relentless wave. 
 StiU howls the blast that threatens to destroy ; 
 StiU treacherous torrents all their rage employ ; 
 Still the rude whirlwind its scared victim dashes ; 
 Still thunders roll, and stiU the lightning flashes : 
 But never since the day when God in wrath 
 Let loose the reins of tempest to go forth 
 All unrestrain'd to run its wild career, 
 TiU earth and her vile worms should disappear; — 
 Never since then have lengthened storm and cloud 
 Tlirown o'er the world a universal shroud ; 
 But ever when their fruitless war they wage, 
 Their force expends in self-exhausting rage. 
 Then, in his brilliant majesty of form, 
 Eises the sun triumphant o'er the storm. 
 And, shining briglitly on the lingering drops. 
 Sets in the cloud his bow, and ruin stops.
 
 SONG OF THE WINDOW SPIRIT. 
 
 Oh ! ever in afllictiou's dreary hour. 
 When sorrows press and troubles darkly lower. 
 And thy heart trembles with the chilling fear. 
 That what has yet to come is worse to bear, — 
 Ever remember then God's promised word, 
 That o'er a drooping world with joy was heard, 
 While Nature woke as from a second birth, — 
 " When I do bring a cloud over the earth. 
 My bow as a token shall brightly shine. 
 Of a lasting peace between me and mine." 
 Turn, then, with courage to the coming ill. 
 The cup of sorrow can but hold its fill ; 
 Press bravely on, no storm can overwhelm 
 Where Christ is near, and Faith sits at the helm ; 
 Fix thy gaze stedfast on the threatening gloom. 
 The darkest night must to the day give room ; 
 Be sure the Sun of lligliteousness shall rise 
 With healing in liis wings to clear thy skies,
 
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 And, smiling on thy drops of patient grief, 
 Shall fling bis bow o'er all and send rebef. 
 Tbe world's deceitful bgbts may cease to glow. 
 But tbrougb tbe deepening sbade still onward go, 
 Where darkest lowers tbe cloud, brightest shines 
 
 the bow. 
 Continue now thy retrospective flight, 
 A coat of many colours meets thy sight ; 
 Before it pause, and read a lesson given 
 To him whose heart not wholly turns to Heaven, 
 But ever flings o'er some loved object near, 
 Colours too bright for earth's best things to 
 
 wear. 
 See tbe fond father one dear child adore. 
 Displacing those whom God bad placed before. 
 And adding yet one gift to feed the pride. 
 Which, all too bold before, reproof defied ; 
 In vanity's gay garb he thus display'd
 
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 The love that should within his heart have laid^ 
 Cherish'd in yearnings deep, yet unbetray'd, 
 Confess'd alone to Him who dwells above. 
 Merged and subdued within His greater love : 
 For ever doth affection^s purest stream, 
 Ghde secretly beneath that haEowM beam, 
 That looks upon the throbbing heart's devotion. 
 Counts each vibrating pulse of deep emotion. 
 Knows the mysterious chords that thrill the whole. 
 Struck by the inward trembling of the soul. 
 Takes note of things that in the spirit dwell. 
 Unseen without, hidden in love's deep weU, 
 Too purely bright for earth's poor words to tell. 
 Hopes, wishes, fears, thoughts that unbidden rise. 
 That, check'd as soon as formed, dissolve in 
 
 sighs : 
 Feelings that ripple noiseless o'er the heart. 
 And, melting into tears, unheard, depart ;
 
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 These are the shapeless tenants of the soul. 
 
 Whose workings all are written on the scroll 
 
 Of Him whose piercing beam scans all witliin. 
 
 And marks where passions end and where begin. 
 
 If, with a patient waiting on His will, 
 
 Thou to thy troubled soul dost say, " Be stiU/' 
 
 Nor, madly eager for an instant joy. 
 
 Rush to obtain, and in thy haste destroy. 
 
 He in whose mighty hands all times are set. 
 
 And who, in knowing all, can nought forget, 
 
 WUl grant the earnest longings of thy heart. 
 
 And to thy fondest wish each joy impart, 
 
 Will lead thy soul through fields in pleasures drest. 
 
 And bid thee pluck the flowers thou lovest the best. 
 
 But see, the father sends his darhng forth. 
 
 Clad in this gaudy robe of nothing worth, 
 
 Save to reveal him from afar to those, 
 
 ^Vho, brethren though in name, in heart were foes.
 
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 Ere he draws near, their purpose they have 
 
 plann^dj — 
 To send him friendless to a foreign land ; 
 And thus these colours, all too brightly wove. 
 Thrown o'er him by an injudicious love, 
 A sudden snare for his betrayal prove. 
 In youthful beauty he had left his home. 
 Joyous in heart, through pleasant fields to roam. 
 Unconscious that for long, long bitter years. 
 His bread would be of sorrow steep'd in tears. 
 Thus oft with sunny brow steps forth the morn. 
 Still fresldy breathing of the early dawn. 
 Giving gay promise of bright glowing hours. 
 Without one omen of the storm that lowers. 
 Unmindful that ere night's dark reign draw nigh. 
 Thick clouds may hide the stars upon her sky. 
 "Wlio then return'd the old man's stay to be ? 
 All, save the one he long'd the most to see.
 
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 What brought they as a solace to his love? 
 
 The garment soilM that he himseK had wove ! 
 
 No tale the tidings of his fate to tell, 
 
 Nor how he look'd, nor how he sigh'd, " Farewell \" 
 
 No last fond word, nor dear transferr'd embrace. 
 
 Leading the memory back through clouds, to 
 
 trace 
 Each once loved feature of the form and face. — 
 No tokens such as these were present there, 
 No scenes repeated with descriptive care, 
 "Which the nice details of the ill impart, 
 That soothe and quiet while they break the heart ; 
 No keen recital for the eager ear. 
 Destroying hope, and reahzing fear ; 
 Bringing relief by certainty of ill. 
 Less hard to bear, though not less sure to kill. 
 One thing alone told him his loss was true, — 
 The empty robe unfolded to his view.
 
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 With these few words, reproaching while they fell 
 Full on his heart, as arrows aim'd too well. 
 Straight from the archer to his victim go, — 
 " Judge now whether this be thy son's or no." 
 Mortal ! beware the sins recorded here. 
 All other hglits burn out save conscience clear ; 
 Avoid the father's sin, love not too well, 
 Forbid the purest thing to cast a spell 
 Around thy being like some vain deceiver. 
 Bidding thee love the gift above the giver. 
 Lest sudden it depart, and nought remain, 
 Save disenchanted hopes, riven and vain. 
 Colours all soil'd, that love had bid thee fling 
 Too fondly round a perishable thing. — 
 Avoid the brethren's sin : hate must not dwell 
 Within the precincts of thine heart, to swell 
 With envious passions, till it sear the brow 
 Of one, more lovely, and more loved than thou.
 
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 Lest, when thy hand has flung him from thy view. 
 
 Deeming thyseK secure to sin anew, 
 
 A time of famine come, and pressed by want. 
 
 Thy guilty soul be sentenced to confront. 
 
 In some all unexpected hour, with tears. 
 
 The injured object of thy former years. 
 
 And thus thy famisliM pride with shame be fated. 
 
 To bow before the thing that thou hast hated. — 
 
 Avoid the youth's vain sin, be taught in time, 
 
 Let not an early vice burden thy prime. 
 
 Weighing a heavy debt through toilsome years. 
 
 Washed only from life's page by sorrow's tears : 
 
 Eemember thy Creator now while young. 
 
 Make thine abode the pure in heart among, 
 
 Lest in advancing life thy soul require 
 
 The cleansing furnace of affliction's fire. 
 
 And thou be doom'd, falsely accused, to share 
 
 The culprit's name, the culprit's bitter fare.
 
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 Stricken in thought, for lovely things all lost, 
 Chasten'd by every ill that tries thee most. 
 Until thine heart be fitted to receive 
 The store of blessings that God waits to give. 
 Now, raise thine eyes again until they rest 
 Where shines the window in the church's breast. 
 Where varied tints in every ray are given 
 Transparent with the light that falls from heaven. 
 And say what next within the sacred page 
 Bids thee in holy musings to engage ? 
 What glowing thing attracts thy dazzled sight. 
 So wondrous brilliant shows its radiant light ? 
 See, in the holy place walks God^s high priest, 
 Upon his heart a breastplate bright doth rest ; 
 Twelve precious jewels ghtter in its frame. 
 Each like a signet graven with a name ; 
 There shine the onyx and the emerald true ; 
 The sapphire flashing its deep eye of blue ;
 
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 The amethyst, blooming violet of the mine; 
 The golden topaz, living but to shine ; 
 Others with these their own clear hues beget, 
 Till in the diamond all their tints are met ; 
 And changing still as if in sport they seem, 
 "Wherever turn'd, to cast a different beam : 
 God's judgment-hght illumhies every gem 
 With rays ne'er lanced from kingly diadem. 
 Twelve precious stones, and twelve the names they 
 
 told. 
 Twelve were the tribes loved by the Lord of 
 
 old. 
 Jewels together strung in God's own heart. 
 As his pecuhar treasures set apart, 
 Gather'd within the casket of his love. 
 Where, sheltei-'d by protection from above. 
 They might have dwelt secure from every wrong. 
 Had but their hearts to His responsive sung.
 
 SONG OF THE WINDOW SPIRIT. 15 
 
 Alas ! in memory now ye travel back, 
 
 Through the wild labyrinth of their wayward 
 
 track. 
 Only to mark how sure that precious light 
 At every step grows dimmer to the sight ; 
 Evil advancing, goodness sighs, " Parewell \" 
 Darkness and hght can ne'er together dwell ; 
 Neglected and obscured that hght has flown. 
 Far from the spot where once it brightly shone, 
 Far from the heart it once call'd aU its own. 
 And is the lamp gone out that burnM so clear, 
 Expired, because in vain ye seek it here. 
 And in the gathering blackness fail to see 
 Its ever lessening ray ? It cannot be. 
 But that the hght of God must somewhere fall. 
 Must somewhere into life new blessings call. 
 Wlien soft the twilight spreads her mantle grey. 
 When slow retreating glides the sun away,
 
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 Till the last beam drops sudden from thy sight 
 Wrapping thee closely in the shades of night. 
 Say, are the power, the light, the heat, all dead. 
 Because upon thy world no longer shed ? 
 Lost are his rays, because withdrawn from thee. 
 And thou no more his golden smile may see ? 
 Sleeps the bright orb, when curtain'd in the west ? 
 No ! to his labours true, he knows no rest; 
 In other climes he ripens richer fruit. 
 Wakes brighter birds from out their slumbers mute. 
 Paints with a deeper dye the flowers that bloom. 
 Adds double fragrance to each sweet perfume, 
 Gilds the fair surface of a bluer wave. 
 Lights up the jewels in their sparkling cave. 
 And the rich beams that turn from thee away, 
 rhng o'er a brighter sphere a lengthen'd day. 
 If thus he shines and moves through every hour. 
 To every clime alternate lends his power.
 
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 How can that light be ever turu'd to darl^. 
 
 Of which his keenest ray forms but a spark ? 
 
 No ! on one race alone the shadow falls, 
 
 The curse of darkness now their heart enthralls, 
 
 Who once possessed the blessing all their own, 
 
 And stood the chosen of the Lord alone. 
 
 In safety rash they bask'd within the hght, 
 
 Viewing their greatness from a giddy height ; 
 
 And as upon their temple's top they trod, 
 
 UuHke their Lord, who would not tempt his 
 
 God, 
 With suicidal strength, resolved to fall. 
 In one wild hour, their hope, their hght, their all, 
 Headlong from off the pinnacle they hurrd ; 
 And now in scatter'd fragments through the world 
 Lies fallen Israel, like a darkened heart. 
 From whose cold chambers love long since did 
 
 part, 
 
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 To seek a home within a warmer breast, 
 "Wlierej as a welcome friend, blessing and blessed. 
 It miglit both give and find a joyful rest. 
 Now, in the Christian's heart love dwells all bright. 
 The Christian's breastplate holds that precious 
 
 hght. 
 Of righteousness 'tis formed, with jewels set; 
 Grouped in its frame the Spirit's fruits are met ; 
 A cluster gather'd from the heavenly mine. 
 Sent forth fresh polish'd by the Hand Divine, — 
 A. constellation bright, whose every star 
 May guide the erring wanderer from afar. 
 Lighting his path across the dangerous gloom. 
 To find the long-lost track that leads to home. 
 The first bright gem, the leading star, is Love, 
 A kindhng spark, caught glowing from above; 
 Joy, like the golden topaz' brilhant ray, 
 Sparkhngthe brightest where God's sunbeams play;
 
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 The azure-tinted Peace, cloudless from heaven, 
 Pure as the world^s gay smiles have never given ; 
 In unseen worth Lougsuffering excels, 
 For none, but he who holds, knows where it 
 dwells ; 
 
 With light subdued soft Gentleness is found, 
 Shedding an influence calm on all around ; 
 Goodness, the diamond from whose rays are thrown 
 Tints of which other gems can give but one ; 
 Faith, looking up with emerald eye serene, 
 Li\dng through roughest storms still ever green ; 
 Meekness, the stone that ne^er a spark will show. 
 E'en though the hardest steel should strike the 
 
 blow; 
 Temperance, jewel bright of untold wealth, 
 Glowing all ruddy on the brow of health ; 
 The pearl of Hope, that, dash'd by many a wave. 
 Still fondly clasps the rock so sure to save ; 
 
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 Patience, ne^er her perfect work forgetting, 
 A gem unshaken in the rudest setting : 
 Complete this cluster shines, by Love led on. 
 When Resignation breathes, " Thy will be done." 
 Cliristian, look that thou keep'st thy jewels bright 
 Neglect them, and they lose their precious light ; 
 Celestial tints grow pale, and drooping fade. 
 When earthly soil their beauty has betrayM : 
 Give, without ceasing, to these gems so fair. 
 The ever brightening influence of prayer ; 
 They ne'er will lose their lustre, ne'er grow dim. 
 If still confided to the care of Him, 
 Whose love dehghts in keeping beauty pure. 
 And aiding perilFd virtue to endure. 
 To seek His light then be thy constant care. 
 And this thy watchful, oft-repeated prayer, — 
 '' Whatever the outward gloom, by day or niglit, 
 Father ! within my heart, let there be light;
 
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 Light, that my rugged path I still may see, 
 
 And, oft though falling, rise to walk with thee, 
 
 To guide my erring judgment through each day. 
 
 And trace o'er earthly things a heavenly way ; 
 
 To own my suifering neighbour's greater need, 
 
 And, by fair mercy led, to aid him speed ; 
 
 To teach me where to shun, and where to love. 
 
 Wise as the serpent, harmless as the dove ; 
 
 How to impart the truths that I possess. 
 
 To him who needs as much, yet knows them less ; 
 
 With labour crown'd to send each hour away. 
 
 And take for holy rest thy holy day : 
 
 Let there be light, when in thy blessed book. 
 
 For wisdom, comfort, or for hope, I look ; 
 
 Light to desire, to think, to feel aright. 
 
 Advancing, still by faith, and not by sight. 
 
 If from thy dwelling place thou deigu'st to hear 
 
 My all-imperfect, yet my faithful prayer.
 
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 That with a loving heart to thee I make. 
 And oh! thou wilt accept for Jesus' sake. 
 Here let my light before all men so shine. 
 That they may glorify thy light divine ; 
 And in that great, that last and dreadful day. 
 When earth, and sky, and all things fade away. 
 When sun and moon their feeble light resign. 
 And thou thy jewels shalt make up, may mine 
 In everlasting beauty brightly burn. 
 To thee in never-fading lustre turn, 
 Before thy hallowed throne their radiance cast. 
 With beams of love that shall for ever last. 
 Through one eternity of bliss divine, 
 Set in thy glory evermore to shine." 
 Now haste thee on, lest the bright sunshine pass. 
 And leave desertion's gloom around the glass. 
 Ere ye have time to pluck one treasure more 
 Prom inspiration's ne'er exhausted store :
 
 SONG OF THE WINDOW SPIRIT. 23 
 
 Snatch in thy holy gleanings one more car 
 
 From the pure grain that heaven's own seed doth 
 
 bear; 
 Gather within thy garner yet one blade 
 Of that ripe grain to make thy daily bread. 
 Shrouding the holy temple's deepest shade, 
 Hung a pure web of finest tissue made; 
 O'er all its snowy surface ran entwined, 
 A tracery of varied hues combined ; 
 Bright eastern tints caught but in eastern lands, 
 Work'd with the cunning skill of eastern hands ; 
 Parting the court and holiest Hke a screen, 
 As morning mists hang heaven and earth be- 
 tween, 
 Till the bright sun, chasing the dew away. 
 Shows the clear fulness of the perfect day. 
 What lay conceal'd beneath that mystic voU ? 
 What unseen terror bade each cheek grow pale.
 
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 And every votary tremble as he trod, 
 Lest all in praying he should see his God ? 
 There in a clouded mystery dwelt the Lord, 
 His love yet veil\l, all dreaded, though adored ; 
 'Twas but the morning of religion's light. 
 Her brow still shaded with the Hngering night ; 
 The dusky dawn all shadowy seemed and drear, 
 "Waiting the sun in brightness to appear, 
 Eoll back the mist with liis dispelling ray. 
 And turn the darkness into joyful day. 
 He rose at length, calm, gentle, and serene. 
 But the dull earth so long obscured had been. 
 That the pure light from liis soft beams expressed 
 Fell on the thicken'd blackness unconfess'd. 
 Earth loved the darkness rather than the light. 
 The day her deeds less suited than the night. 
 Then rose that mighty conflict o'er the world. 
 When the dark fiends their banners black unfurrd,
 
 SONG OF THE WINDOW SPIRIT. 25 
 
 To snatch from light the empire of the earth. 
 And crush the newborn glory in its birth ; 
 There the black ministers of sombre night 
 Struggled to quench the newly-dawning light ; 
 There all the powers of darkness leagued in one. 
 To spoil the rising of that glorious sun ; 
 But upwards still he rose in single might, 
 No force could stay him, and no foes affright ; 
 Forwards he moved, undaunted and alone. 
 Gaining fresh vigour as he travelled on. 
 Till his dark enemies in grim despair. 
 Burning to mar the good they might not share, 
 And gathering union in their headlong course, 
 Hurl'd on him all theii* concentrated force ; 
 Then he, overwhelmed as by a sudden flood, 
 Succumbed a moment, and sank down in blood; 
 But theirs the ruin, theirs the direful fate. 
 An o'ei-fraught strength reaches the goal too late ;
 
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 It may, perchance, tlie long-souglit object gain, 
 
 But with exhausted powers can nought retain ; 
 
 It may upon the foe some vengeance wreak, 
 
 But strung too tightly, the strained cord will break. 
 
 As poisonous reptiles crouch before they spring, 
 
 Collect their subtle venom ere they sting, 
 
 Then with the energy of unchecked ire. 
 
 Strike at their hapless victim and expire. 
 
 So death, the grave, and hell, exhausted were. 
 
 While He, who for a space was hidden there. 
 
 With radiance sevenfold brighter than before. 
 
 Burst his frail bonds, then rose to set no more : 
 
 The veil was rent, scattered the mist for ever, 
 
 And He, of hght and life, the glorious giver. 
 
 Released the Shechinah, the hidden God, 
 
 Spread it o'er all the universe abroad. 
 
 With Gospel light made the wide world replete. 
 
 And every soul of man God's mercy seat.
 
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 Mortal, thou hast this light within thy heart : 
 There are who have it not,, to them impart ; 
 Light up the soul whose temple still is dark, 
 A cloudless mercy-seat without the ark. 
 Think not thy light will ever lose a ray 
 For all the goodly beams thou giv'st away; 
 They brightly emanate from one clear flame. 
 That undiminished gives, and bm-ns the same : 
 Light begets hght, one flambeau Hghts ten 
 
 score. 
 They in their turn light up ten thousand more. 
 Till all shines bright where darkness was before. 
 One veil undrawn still hangs before thy heart. 
 Which nought but rigid death can rend apart. 
 Still unremoved, the curtain of the skies 
 Hangs 'twixt the earth and heaven's sublimities ; 
 No matter though the distance be not clear. 
 Full hght enough is given thy bark to steer
 
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 Through Hfe's rough sea, while tempests round thee 
 
 sport, 
 Till, the wild billows past, ye reach the port, 
 ^ here a safe covert to the storm is given ; 
 So rest content, and ask not what is heaven : 
 Seek not to paint it by the joys of earth ; 
 Iler flowers are doom'd to wither from their 
 
 birth : 
 Leave the dehghts of Paradise unguess'd. 
 Sweeter the fruits where foretaste is suppress'd ; 
 Ye could but picture them as here they seem. 
 In the delusive light of Fancy's dream. 
 And howsoever bright thy vision fond, 
 Tvvould find no heart that might in all respond ; 
 For what two spirits e'er together came, 
 Who sought their every pleasure all the same? 
 Were heaven a spot t suit each varied taste, 
 To fill each wild imagination's waste,
 
 SONG OF THE WINDOW SPIRIT. 29 
 
 'Twould be a land of disunited bliss. 
 
 Of joy uncertain, brighter scarce than this. 
 
 But God is unity, and peace, and love ; 
 
 He hath prepared a Paradise above. 
 
 To still the longing sigh of every heart, 
 
 And yet one happiness to all impart : 
 
 The eye, the ear, hath neither seen nor heard 
 
 The bliss awaiting those who serve the Lord. 
 
 If on this earth aught holds enough of love. 
 
 To whisper something of the joys above, 
 
 'Tis when fair nature in her lovehest spot. 
 
 Meets there a heart recleansed from sin's dark blot. 
 
 And, soothing ever, a calm influence yields, 
 
 Like dew soft rising from her summer fields. 
 
 Breathing a balm o'er wounds unheal'd by time, 
 
 A zephyr wafted from some healthier clime ; 
 
 Through every sense it glides, lulls as it goes. 
 
 Rocking the heart's lone sorrow to repose.
 
 30 THE PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
 Then deeper still lights gently on the soul, 
 "Where soft diffused it dwells in mute controul; 
 O'er every feeUng a light fetter throws. 
 Till the whole being with still rapture glows. 
 And nature, owning virtue worth such bliss, 
 Stoops o'er the heart, and softly drops a kiss, 
 A peaceful joy, that owns no name on earth. 
 Unless 'tis heaven, the country of its birth. 
 The silver streams that sparkle as they flow. 
 Each ripple gilded by the sun-hght's glow ; 
 The emerald vale, where shade and silence meet. 
 When plain and mountain catch the noontide heat ; 
 The gardens that in summer bloom so fair. 
 Ye might believe that Eden's seK were there ; 
 "With flowers that spring hke spirits round the feet. 
 Breathing of happiness in perfumes sweet ; 
 The gently coming breeze that seems to speak 
 Kindly to hearts, and bid them not to break;
 
 SONG OF THE WINDOW SPIRIT. 31 
 
 The voice of birds clear trilling through the air, 
 
 Singing to man to lay aside his care; 
 
 The deep blue sky without a cloud to break 
 
 Its clear reflexion on the glassy lake ; 
 
 The bright gems shining in then* watery cave, 
 
 Gleaming in native lustre tlirough the wave ; 
 
 The peace that dwells, the love that casts out fear. 
 
 The trusting smile untroubled by a tear ; 
 
 The memory loving stiU when beauty dies. 
 
 The vu:tue standing firm when fortune flies ; 
 
 The faith that points to bright things yet unseen, 
 
 "While hope enamels the wild waste between ; 
 
 Charity, that fails not with the faihng cruse. 
 
 But as the oil runs out finds more to use ; 
 
 The touch of sympathy that knits all hearts. 
 
 That smiles and weeps by turns, yet ne'er departs : — 
 
 These are the lovely things to mortals given. 
 
 That teach the longing soul to picture heaven.
 
 32 THE PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
 In the bright days of Eden's spotless land, 
 Natui'e and virtue flourish^ hand in hand ; 
 Oh ! love them whilst on earth ; the time will 
 
 come. 
 When the sweet flowers of both shall freshly bloom 
 Within the courts, where angels^ feet have trod. 
 And streams make glad the city of our God. 
 Sow virtue's seed, while now 'tis called to-day. 
 Lest unredeemed the seed-time pass away ; 
 Hereafter is dependent upon now. 
 That which ye plant on earth elsewhere shall 
 
 blow : 
 All future is development of past, 
 Hopes realised, or scatter'd in the blast ; 
 To-morrow shows the purpose of to-day. 
 Bringing success, or hurrying on dismay ; 
 " I am," is but the offspring of " I was ;" 
 So each efi'ect can show its parent cause.
 
 SONG OP THE WINDOW SPIRIT. 33 
 
 And as in this economy of time. 
 
 All coming things sound their foretelling chime, 
 
 So time itself the foreshadow must be 
 
 To each one of his own eternity. 
 
 When life's to-day shall yield to endless morrow. 
 
 Thy lot will be to reap the joy or sorrow 
 
 Of deeds, whose bases, planted in the world, 
 
 Shall reach their tops to heaven, or, downward 
 
 hurl'd. 
 Must leave their shatterM columns in the dust, 
 Gnaw'd and defaced by sin^s corroding rust. 
 Cherish all good, plant virtues in thy soul; 
 Give them o'er all thine heart uncheck'd cou- 
 
 troul : 
 Foster'd and loved by thee, they ne'er betray, 
 But fairer and more brightly shine each day, 
 Till, from humanity alone unfreed, 
 They grow too large for earth, and only need
 
 34 THE PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
 To be all perfected^ a richer clime 
 
 Beyond the changeful influence of time ; 
 
 As luscious fruits destined for other lands. 
 
 Are gather'd ere tlieir richness all expands, 
 
 And unmatured sent forth upon the wave. 
 
 Close wrapp'd against the storms they go to 
 
 brave, 
 Pirmly enclosed they fragrance gain by time. 
 
 In hidden progress working towards their prime ; 
 They win fresh sweetness, while from sight con- 
 
 ceal'd. 
 Acquire perfection, though all unreveaFd, 
 Suffer the dreary voyage, then ope their store. 
 And wake to ripeness on a far-ofi^ shore. 
 But tliy ricli plants the fostering care will need 
 Of the great Husbandman who gives the seed ; 
 Thy skill in culture, howsoever deep. 
 Can ne'er unsullied all thy blossoms keep ;
 
 SONG OF THE WINDOW SPIRIT. 35 
 
 The canker-worm will, hidden, gnaw their root. 
 The birds, thine eye withdrawn, will mar their 
 
 fruit. 
 The opening bud will wither in the blast. 
 And leaves lie scattered ere the spring be past. 
 Ask help of Him who ne'er is askM in vain. 
 Who gives until ye cease to ask again ; 
 Sufficient is His grace for every want. 
 Ask not amiss, and He will surely grant. 
 Aye, more than in thy blindness thou hast pray'd. 
 His love supplies what thou hast left unsaid ; 
 Lean on His arm, His strength He will afford. 
 And every blessing to thy soul accord. 
 Through His dear Son, thy Saviour and thy Lord. 
 My strain ends here, let all tliine end the same : 
 No tribute, but should end in that bless'd name. 
 Now, hsten to my spirits, while they raise 
 Their notes of harmony in joyful praise, 
 
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 36 THE PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
 Of their own colour ; each one singly take, 
 Then see how beautiful a group they make, 
 Like riclily tinted flowers, some dark, some light, 
 Blooming together, courting thus the sight 
 By their united charms, or, seen alone. 
 Each perfect in the grace that is its own ; 
 Gather the fragrance as it falls, and then 
 God speed thee forth into the world again. 
 And as ye go, sprinkle on other hearts 
 These drops of balm that heavenly love imparts ; 
 The dew that lights upon thy soul distil. 
 Some fountain dry of wearied hopes to fill ; 
 To give agaiviy all good is partly given : 
 Thou hast been aided on thy road to heaven. 
 Give of the cordial thoii, hast found, to bless 
 Thy fellow pilgrims through life's wilderness.
 
 SONG OF TUE RED SPIRIT. 37 
 
 SONG OE THE EED SPIRIT. 
 
 See Egypt's waters turiiM to blood ! 
 
 See Cana's turn'd to wine ! 
 Red with the wrath of Heaven the flood. 
 
 The cup with love divine ; 
 Stern justice, with an iron grasp, 
 
 Marshaird the coming Law ; 
 Eair mercy, in her tender clasp. 
 
 The Gospel onward bore : 
 The blood-stain'd plague in pity God removed. 
 The wine He left behind for those He loved. 
 
 Refuse it not, there is a cup, 
 Whose wine is also red ;
 
 38 THE PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
 The mixture God himself fills up. 
 
 And by His hand ^tis shed ; 
 When in His courts is spread the food. 
 
 Be sure, ere ye depart. 
 To sprinkle with the Lamb^s pure blood 
 
 The lintel of thine heart. 
 That the destroying angel, drawing nigh. 
 May own the saving mark, and pass thee by. 
 
 Drink it ! there is a winepress red, 
 
 And One there comes alone, 
 In garments fresh with blood overspread. 
 
 Treading the vintage down. 
 Who is it comes from Edom's wave. 
 
 His greatness to employ. 
 Mighty in righteousness to save. 
 
 In vengeance to destroy ?
 
 SONG OP THE RED SPIRIT. 39 
 
 The same who once the earth rejected trod, 
 Triumphant now at the right hand of God. 
 
 And He shall come once more to reign, 
 
 Subduuig earth and sea, 
 The Lamb from the foundation slain. 
 
 Whose blood was shed for thee ; 
 If to that fount in hour of need, 
 
 All penitent ye go, 
 Though crimson-deep each by-gone deed 
 
 It shall be white as snow ; 
 Though of iniquity thy cup be full. 
 And thy sins scarlet, they shall be as wool. 
 
 The time would fail me now to tell 
 
 All memory whispers me. 
 Each sign and wonder that befell 
 
 Beside the old Eed Sea ;
 
 40 THE PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
 By faith all Israel passed through 
 
 Dry, as on common ground. 
 Which faithless Egypt sought to do. 
 
 And in God's wrath were drown'd ; 
 His cloud to Pharaoh was all black with 
 
 ire. 
 To trusting Israel 'twas a beacon-fire. 
 
 Alas ! they feU away from God, 
 
 And murmured at His will, 
 Forgetful that His upraised rod 
 
 Could fall to save or kill : 
 Be ever ready to obey. 
 
 Learn from their bitter tears 
 How but one disobedient day 
 
 May trouble all thy years ; 
 They had provoked the Lord at the Eed Sea, 
 And their bright land of promise ceased to be.
 
 SONG OF THE RED SPIRIT. 41 
 
 Kahab by faith the scarlet thread 
 
 Fast in the wiudow bound, 
 "When forth her hidden guests liad sped, 
 
 And flight with safety crown'd. 
 No deed of good is cast away ; 
 
 The mercy thou hast shown 
 In some, though far-off", danger's day 
 
 May haply bring thine own. 
 That cord, the same that Israel's spies had freed. 
 Saved Rahab and her house in time of need. 
 
 And things there are as yet to come. 
 
 More dread than things of old. 
 Shall bid the hardiest tongue be dumb. 
 
 The stoutest heart grow cold ; 
 We have but traced the many things 
 
 That have been and that are. 
 Faith o'er the rest a halo flings, 
 
 Like meteors seen from far.
 
 42 THE PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
 Through distant haze their view below is given, 
 Not yet on earth, although gone forth from heaven. 
 
 When day sinks down in calm repose. 
 
 And spreads a blush divine. 
 Ye say the sky with promise glows. 
 
 To-morrow bright will shine. 
 When fierce red streaks and clouds that lower. 
 
 Salute the morning^s birth. 
 Ye know that Heaven her tears will shower 
 
 Upon the breast of earth. 
 Oh, slow of heart ! trifles ye thus discern ; 
 The signs of coming times ye will not learn. 
 
 Babylon, confusion of the earth, 
 
 Eides on her scarlet beast ; 
 The cry of martyrs makes her mirth, 
 
 The blood of saints her feast.
 
 SONG OF THE RED SPIRIT. 43 
 
 In scarlet robe she sits arra/d, 
 
 And holds a golden cup, 
 "Which, shameless in her hand displayed. 
 
 All guilty things fill up. 
 Come out of her, partake not of her sin. 
 That ye may stand when her dread plagues 
 begin. 
 
 Great Babylon^s proud sun must set. 
 
 The earth must shake for fear, 
 Each day, as older grows the threat. 
 
 Fulfilment brings more near : 
 Watch! for the Conqueror draweth nigh. 
 
 Strengthen thine unbelief. 
 Silent He comes thy faith to tr}'. 
 
 Noiseless as midnight thief: 
 To know the day, the hour, to none is given. 
 No, not to angels as they fly through heaven.
 
 44 THE PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
 He comes, to those who love Him not. 
 
 With God-like terrors rife. 
 In vengeance their lost names to blot 
 
 Prom out the book of life ; 
 To those who for his coming wait. 
 
 Wearied with baffling sin, 
 He comes to open heaven's fair gate. 
 
 And let the traveller in, 
 Gentle and kind as when on earth He trod, 
 Faithful and True, Jesus, the Word of God.
 
 SONG OF THE PURPLE SPIRIT. 4t5 
 
 SONG OF THE PUEPLE SPIEIT. 
 
 Shall we sing of the triumphs that purpled the 
 streets 
 In the days of old renown, 
 When the conqueror's heart was exalted with pride. 
 
 And the conquer'd heart bow'd down ? — 
 When the helmet, the spear, and the glittering shield. 
 Returning uphfted from victory's field. 
 Shone burnished bright 
 In the golden hght 
 That an eastern sun can yield ? 
 
 Shall the monarchs, whose frown could once trouble 
 the world. 
 Pass in bright vision before thee,
 
 46 THE PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
 As proudly tliey swept through the city's broad gates, 
 
 Array'd in their regal glory ? 
 Nay, awake not their annals, 'twas vanity all ; 
 Long since have the mighty ones suffered their fall : 
 
 Nought but a tomb 
 
 In obhvion's gloom 
 Could echo response to thy call. 
 
 Shall ocean-girt Tyre, " the mart of the nations/' 
 
 " The crowning city of old,'' 
 Her trafficking princes and great ones send forth, 
 
 With their purple and their gold ? 
 She has nought save the sea that brought wealth to 
 
 her shore. 
 Whose mournful waves echo, " We bring thee no 
 more;'' 
 The earth nor the sea. 
 Against Heaven's decree, 
 Shall ever her greatness restore.
 
 SONG OF THE PURPLE SPIRIT. 47 
 
 Dost thou love to consider the rich and the great, 
 
 As they move in grand array, 
 Purple their robes, and their feasting profusion, 
 
 A festival every day ? 
 To the flowers of earth brighter tints have been 
 
 given. 
 And hardly shall they that have riches gain heaven ; 
 Dives has passed 
 Where corruption's blast 
 All life's vain glories has driven. 
 
 We note but one triumph, record but one scene. 
 
 In history's time-worn page, 
 AYhose purple was spun of such marvellous hue. 
 
 As brighter to grow with age : 
 'Twas the robe that He haUow'd when forth He 
 
 was led. 
 The reed in his hand, and the thorns on his head.
 
 48 THE PATNTED WINDOW. 
 
 And love in his heart. 
 That would not depart. 
 For the souls for whom He bled. 
 
 He must taste of the bitter of every estate. 
 
 The vinegar and the gall. 
 Else how could his loving humanity know 
 
 To feel for and save them all ? 
 He had suffer'd the hunger of poverty's grade, 
 His head on the earth He had shelterless laid. 
 And His way-worn feet 
 Tlirough the cold and heat 
 Life's wearying journey had made. 
 
 He had welcomed young children who crept to his 
 
 arms, 
 He had once been Himself a child ; 
 And he thought on the mother who ponder 'd His 
 
 words,
 
 SONG OF THE PURPLE SPIRIT. 49 
 
 And whose fears He had oft beguiled. 
 He had wept with the mourners who wept for 
 
 their dead, 
 Had hallow'd rejoicings by blessing the bread, 
 And His power divine 
 Por the first did shine 
 Where the mairiage-feast was spread. 
 
 He had known the soft power of friendship in 
 grief. 
 Of sympathy's cheering ray ; 
 And, alas ! He had felt the base falsehood of heart 
 
 That can kiss, and so betray : 
 He had suffer'd temptation in direst might, 
 Had trod down the storm in the blackness of night. 
 Had watched and had wept 
 While others had slept. 
 With a love that burns ever bright. 
 
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 50 THE PAIXTED WINDOW, 
 
 But He had not yet borne for the Kings of the earth 
 
 The mocking trophies of state ; 
 The sceptre that breaks, and the brow-piercing 
 crown. 
 The penalties paid by the great ; 
 The purple that covers the heart-ache of power ; 
 The shout of applause where dark treacheries lower ; 
 And all the false things 
 That royalty brings, 
 To herald in death's lonely hour. 
 
 Now see Him stand forward, rejected, despised, 
 
 A King by his subjects arraign'd ; 
 They bow'd down the knee, yet they smote with 
 the hand. 
 Disclaiming the worship they feign'd ; 
 "With the truth on their lips, while their stubborn 
 hearts lied.
 
 SONG OF THE PURPLE SPIRIT. 51 
 
 They liail'd Him their Kiiigj yet in deed they denied; 
 
 In purple array, 
 
 They led Him away. 
 Acknowledged, yet crucified. 
 
 Have thy footsteps e'er led thee, when Autumn 
 draws near, 
 Where the purple heather is found ? 
 And Nature attired in her regal array, 
 
 "With the golden fui'ze is crownM ? 
 Their bloom o'er the landscape far spreading is cast, 
 Of summer's rich treasures the deepest but last ; 
 Reserved of her heart. 
 And when they depart, 
 Her life-giving presence is past. 
 
 E'er since their fair blossoms first wither'd in death, 
 Renaissant in beauty, they show 
 
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 52 THE PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
 How their seed^ dropping round as they die out 
 each year. 
 Increases the spreading glow ; 
 Now see it far blooming o'er moorland and plain, 
 Consoling the bleak spots of earth's wide domain ; 
 Diffusing the flush 
 Of the purple blush, 
 Wliere the eye seeks for roses in vain. 
 
 Thus blooming, and fading, and spreading in death, 
 
 It shall flourish, progressing stiU, 
 Till He, who the first seed in pity let fall. 
 
 Shall arrest it at His will : 
 Then glorified nature, how fair to behold ! 
 Unchanging the purple, and thornless the gold ; 
 Dying out never. 
 Its blossoms for ever 
 'Mong Eternity's flowers enroll'd.
 
 SONG OF THE PURPLE SPIRIT. 53 
 
 Oh ! the purple and thorns ushcr'd death in to One, 
 
 Of whose Ufe-time each glorious deed 
 Let drop o'er the world's dreary desert of soul. 
 
 Such precious and fruitful seed 
 
 As, ever increasing, new influence throws. 
 
 Expanding in fragrance as onward it goes. 
 
 Till the wild waste flowers 
 
 Like Eden's bowers. 
 
 And the wilderness as the rose. 
 
 Thus ever extending through time's changeful years, 
 
 Past-rooted it e'er shall remain. 
 Till He, who first planted, shall come in his might. 
 
 O'er his ransomed kingdom to reign ; 
 Then the regal array of His glory shall be 
 Spread wide o'er the universe, spotless and free. 
 Filling all space 
 With perfection's grace. 
 As the waters cover the sea.
 
 54 THE PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
 SONG or THE GREEN SPIRIT. 
 
 Ply back in spirit to the day. 
 
 When Earth smiled out her first-born May; 
 
 As with a voice that brings to pass, 
 
 God said, " Spring forth from earth, ye grass,' 
 
 And with one heave of her dark breast. 
 
 Her hidden jewels forth were press'd ; 
 
 Blossoms with every fragrance rife, 
 
 Springing full blown at once to life. 
 
 See Nature's palace rise complete. 
 
 With aU her vernal charms replete; 
 
 See her upraise her leafy walls, 
 
 Erom whence, as yet, no dead leaf falls,
 
 SONG OF THE GREEN SPIRIT. 55 
 
 And bid tliera stretch their branches high, 
 To meet the bright blue canopy 
 That ceils their verdant tops above. 
 Like Hope successful meeting Love: 
 Their tortuous pillars see her dress, 
 With clinging vines that round them press. 
 In tapestry of tendrils hght. 
 And laughing fruits that tempt the sight, 
 Clusters of purple and of white : 
 Her mossy carpet soft she spreads, 
 Where yet no crushing footstep treads, 
 Enamelled bright with floral gems 
 Sparkling in dew, like diadems. 
 See her bring forth her hangings green, 
 Where cHmbing flow'rets peep between. 
 With blushing buds half hid, half seen, ' 
 Thus to adorn her palace bright. 
 Her Shushan, rosy with delight.
 
 56 THE PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
 Surely when first tlie teeming ground 
 Scattered her emerald beauties round. 
 There was a scheme foreshowing laid, 
 A silent preparation made 
 For scenes, which time, then newly born. 
 Should open with the opening dawn 
 Of the earth's children, sleeping still 
 Within her breast, to wait the will 
 Of Him, who yet creating stood. 
 Till for man's use all things were good. 
 Has not each conflict that has wrought 
 On the world's destiny, been fought 
 Where Nature's platform broad extends. 
 Where sun or cloud an influence lends ? 
 Aye, every varied, shifting scene. 
 That nearest touch'd man's soul, has been 
 Enacted through each circling age, 
 On her wide-spread and open stage :
 
 SONG OF THE GREEN SPIRIT. 57 
 
 Created in his garden-home, 
 "What need had he of sheltering dome, 
 From ruthless storms his brow to keep ? 
 The heavens had not yet learn'd to weep ; 
 Upright he moved, beneath a sky. 
 Whose zephyrs all breathed purity ; 
 Wlien Even came, he laid his head 
 Where thornless roses made his bed, 
 Eock'd by the breath of holy things. 
 And curtained safe by angels' wings. 
 Alas ! what turn''d his bliss to woe ? 
 What made his light to darkness grow ? 
 The sin that seeks too much to know. 
 Ah, fatal knowledge ! once acquired, 
 Hated as much as once desu-ed ! 
 In that first blightning, withering hour. 
 How must his soul have longed for power.
 
 58 THE PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
 To lose the knowledge rashly sought, 
 
 And gain the bliss for which ^twas bought ! 
 
 He heeded not the voice above, 
 
 While by his side went whispering love. 
 
 Till from his dream, he woke to see. 
 
 The tempted could the tempter be : 
 
 There is no bHss on earth so sure, 
 
 That may all scrutiny endure ; 
 
 Even that heart thou lov^st so well. 
 
 On whose fond words thine own doth dwell. 
 
 If sudden to thy gaze revealM, 
 
 Might tell such tales of things conceal'd. 
 
 As icy cold should turn thy kiss. 
 
 And break the cup that holds thy bliss. 
 
 Seek not to probe the purest breast, 
 
 Leave there the buried thoughts at rest. 
 
 Lest their grim spectres, once beheld. 
 
 Should, as they haunt thy heart unquell'd.
 
 SONG OF THE GREEN SPIRIT. 59 
 
 Turn to a desert wild and drear. 
 
 The Paradise ye hold so dear. 
 
 Thus Adam stood without the gate 
 
 Of his lost home, so bless'd of late. 
 
 Plunged in that darkness, drear and cold. 
 
 Most keen, when Love withdraws its hold ; 
 
 The light of hope, the only light 
 
 To cheer him through his dreary night ; 
 
 Following from Eden, soft it came, 
 
 Sending a pure, but trembhng flame, 
 
 A new strange hght ne^er seen before. 
 
 But kindled then to die no more ; 
 
 It shed a lovely soothing ray. 
 
 To lure him on from day to day. 
 
 Unfolding to his longing gaze. 
 
 Through time's uncertain, varying haze, 
 
 A vista, at whose far-off end 
 
 He sees, like some returning friend.
 
 60 THE PAINTED WINDOW, 
 
 Another garden, where appears 
 A sepulclire, whose form uprears 
 On the foundation-stone he laid 
 When tempted, yielding and betrayed. 
 He oped the gates of death by sin. 
 But, penitent, a tomb did win 
 To bury his corruption in. 
 Stand for an instant by his side, 
 Wliilst still his hngering steps abide 
 Upon the threshold, once pass'd o'er. 
 Its portals, closed to ope no more : 
 Mark in his view each verdant spot, 
 A diamond in his desert lot. 
 Scattered along Time's dreary waste. 
 Like precious gems all separate placed. 
 Foreshadowing each a brighter still. 
 In the far distant space, until 
 Is opened to his longing sight. 
 The fulness of the horizon's light.
 
 SONG OF THE GREEN SPIRIT. 61 
 
 First, as though Nature waiting sat, 
 Rises the Ark-crown^d Ararat ; 
 The heaven above all bright doth glow, 
 While yet the waters stretch below. 
 Reflecting, as subdued they lie. 
 The Ark, the mountain, and the sky; 
 No moving sound of living thing, 
 Save the light flapping of a wing, 
 Announcing soft the tender dove. 
 As the heart's flutter brings in love ; 
 Skimming the waters, see her come. 
 Sure of a joyous welcome home. 
 For in her gentle mouth is seen 
 An olive-branch of emerald green. 
 The harbinger bespeaking peace. 
 Bidding the waves destruction cease. 
 And give to waiting man release. 
 Another branch it bids ye trace. 
 That should grow up from out his place.
 
 62 
 
 THE PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
 And to tlie world held up impart 
 Peace aiid good-will to every heart ; 
 Though storms around should troublous roll, 
 
 And waters deep o'erwhelm the soul. — 
 Cradled amidst the rushes green, 
 Wliere flows the generous Nile, is seen. 
 Floating upon the waters wild. 
 Waking to weep, a beauteous child. 
 Ah ! little could the mother think. 
 As sad she laid him by the brink, 
 Midst treacherous flags and bending reeds. 
 Where oft some subtle monster treads. 
 That he should rise, by Heaven's decree. 
 To set his suffering brethren free, 
 And burst their bonds of slavery. 
 Onward in a manger sleepiug. 
 His mother tearful vigils keeping. 
 The infant Saviour cradled lies. 
 Who presently shall waking rise.
 
 SONG OF THE GREEN SPIRIT. 63 
 
 Pardon for His redeem'd to win. 
 
 To break the iron bands of sin, 
 
 And let the light of freedom in. — 
 
 Who stands all arm'd on Jordan's banks. 
 
 Captain of Israel's chosen ranks ? 
 
 Who marshals God's victorious band. 
 
 And points the way to Canaan's land ? 
 
 Who was so fit to be their chief. 
 
 So like to win their firm belief, 
 
 As he who had already been. 
 
 Had all its worth and beauty seen. 
 
 Had pluck'd the fruits that ripen'd there. 
 
 And knew by taste how sweet they were ? 
 
 Thus thy salvation's Captain stands. 
 
 Forward to lead the gathering bands. 
 
 That round His standard thronging wait. 
 
 To pass the heavenly Canaan's gate. 
 
 He came from thence, and knows how pure, 
 
 How ever-ripeuing to endure,
 
 64 THE PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
 Are the sweet fruits that land can give. 
 Where tasting all ye yet may live. — 
 A Prophet stands on Carmers height. 
 Till heavenward call'd to take his flight. 
 O'er the green earth he looks his last, 
 Tor him her varying shades are pass'd. 
 But opens to his longing view 
 A world more bright and far more true ; 
 His servant dares not leave his side. 
 Knowing 'tis safer to abide, 
 Lest absent he should fail to gain 
 The gift he covets to obtain, 
 Promised if he shall still be near. 
 And still shall hold that promise dear 
 When from his head his lord is ta'en. 
 Who then shall near no more remain 
 Must later seek his face in vain ; 
 On them the spirit cannot rest, 
 "Forsaking duty, none are blest.
 
 SONG OF THE GREEK SPIRIT. 65 
 
 While he who patient cloth abide, 
 Follows his Lord, whatever betide. 
 Seeking the kingdom first of heaven. 
 And righteousness, to him is given. 
 Not only all the soul desires. 
 But e'en whate'er the flesh requires ; 
 And, grace still striving to renew. 
 Shall gain, by watchful prayer and true. 
 The spirit and the mantle too. 
 More than a Prophet bows His head 
 Where Calvary's broad top is spread ; 
 But e'en in death's cold agony. 
 He pitying hears affliction's cry. 
 And to the hearts that waiting weep 
 Beneath His cross, safe watch to keep, 
 Lets fall, like blessings interwove. 
 The seamless mantle of His love, 
 And the bright Spirit from above : 
 
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 66 THE PAINTED WINDOW, 
 
 With these rich gifts, ever renewed. 
 All earthly ills may be subdued ; 
 Smite with the mantle's gentle flaw^ 
 And as ye Spirit-guided go. 
 E'en Jordan's broad obstructing tide. 
 Its waves of death, shall straight divide. 
 Till safe ye reach the heavenly side. — 
 See yonder, where, in fearful haste, 
 A dead man hurriedly they cast 
 Into a holy Prophet's tomb. 
 Whilst onward quick the foemen come ; 
 And, lo ! his stifFen'd limbs but meet 
 The sacred bones, and to his feet 
 He starts, with life all fresh supplied, 
 KenewM in strength for having died. 
 Haste thee thy deaden'd soul to cast 
 Into the tomb where Christ has pass'd ; 
 If dead with him, ye yet shall live. 
 His death to thee fresh life shall give ;
 
 SONG OP THE GREEN SPIRIT. 67 
 
 Go to His grave, aiid there cast in 
 All thy vain follies and thy sin ; 
 Leave there thy longings and desires. 
 Kindled by Earth's unhallowed fires ; 
 Bury each sigh for this world's bhss. 
 Betraying by a treacherous kiss ; 
 Cast in the joys of time and sense. 
 Bid these delusive pleasures hence. 
 Things that endure but for a day. 
 Then crumble in thy grasp away. 
 Touch but the influence of His death. 
 And, quicken'd by the Spirit's breath. 
 The old man being quenchM and gone, 
 The new man thou shalt there put on. 
 Which, after Christ created stands 
 In holiness to God^s commands. 
 And starting into new-gain'd life, 
 Ready to meet the coming strife.
 
 68 THE PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
 Sliall^ if the Spirit quench their sap^ 
 Quick the green withs asunder snap, 
 Which the world's bland and soft controul 
 Have bound around thy sleeping,soul. 
 Though all its Philistines be near. 
 In vengeance arm'd with sword and spear. 
 Thus hid with God thy Hfe shall be. 
 If Christ the Son but make thee free : 
 And as ye stand beside His tomb, 
 Mark what has passed, and is to come ; 
 Things that no foregone type can show. 
 Nor aftercast can ever know ; 
 In timers long course they stand alone. 
 Too great for aU but God to own; 
 Jesus, who died mankind to save. 
 Death's sting to bury in his grave. 
 By his own strength at once arose. 
 Not to take vengeance on his foes.
 
 SONG OF THE GREEN SPIUIT. 69 
 
 But to his friends to whisper peace. 
 To bid their anxious doubtings cease ; 
 And to the last on Mercy bent, 
 DroppM blessings as he upwards went. 
 Sure witnesses of who did pass. 
 Like footprints left upon the grass : 
 And as He went shall He return. 
 The cloud that bears Him up shall burn 
 With glory radiant from above. 
 Nature to renovate with love ; 
 Her sin-dyed mantle cast away. 
 The garden blooms with fresh array ; 
 Eden renew'd shall brighter glow. 
 Than unfallen Eden e'er could know : 
 Far less to make Earth fair it cost. 
 Than to redeem her fair when lost ; 
 Brier and thorn shall cease to be, 
 And the green fir and myrtle-tree
 
 70 THE PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
 Shall upwards all spontaneous spring, 
 While flowering valleys laugh and sing ; 
 Forests their verdant tops shall wave 
 In fragrant love to Him who gave ; 
 Mountains their summits shall upraise 
 With green fresh spread for angels' gaze ; 
 While meadow, copse, and blossom\l heath 
 Shall waken at perfection's breath, 
 And every moss and simple green. 
 That peeps in humbler hght between. 
 O'er hill and plain, through shelter'd dale. 
 Shall own the renovating gale. 
 Till their reflections, caught on high, 
 Unbroken by the liquid sky. 
 Shall lend, in radiance newly won, 
 Their tints, to swell with richer tone. 
 The emerald rainbow round His throne.
 
 SONG OF THE BLUE SPIRIT. 71 
 
 SONG or THE BLUE SPIRIT. 
 
 Heaven's own colour! the first that God made: 
 
 As the firmament parted in two, 
 The Angels' soft pavement was silently laid, 
 
 And Man's fairy ceiling of blue. 
 
 'Twas set in Creation's first hour of birth, 
 Out-stretch'd at God's wakening call; 
 
 Unlike the bright beauties upspringing from earth, 
 Yet in harmony blending with aU. 
 
 What tint could so mingle with Nature's array, 
 
 So Hnk with her loveliest hues. 
 With the fresh-budding green of the opening May, 
 
 When Spring her bright promise renews ?
 
 72 THE PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
 With the emerald fohage that summer expands. 
 As her balmy breath softens the air ? 
 
 With the weeping fountain that colourless stands. 
 Till the skies are reflected there ? 
 
 Witli the painted flowers that sparkle in dew. 
 As they laugh to the fi'agrant morn ? 
 
 With the breeze that transparent reveals the blue. 
 Whilst it waves the rich golden corn ? 
 
 With the crimson tinge on the dying leaves. 
 As they shrink in the autumn blast ? 
 
 With the frosted crystal that hangs from the eaves. 
 When winter sweeps sullenly past ? 
 
 Oh ! what but the blue could enamel the sky. 
 Whilst the stars in their lustre gleam ? 
 
 Or harmonize softly when eve draweth nigh. 
 With the Moon's pale silvery beam ?
 
 SONG OF THE BLUE SPIRIT. 73 
 
 Or where could be chosen a liappier hue, 
 To show the bright Sun's golden shield ? 
 
 God's crest that doth symbol his righteousness true, 
 Blazoned high in an azure field ! 
 
 Ye say that "'tis nought but the coloui'less air, 
 
 Embued with a charm from afar; 
 Then distance presents the ethereal more fair 
 
 Than Earth's near realities are. 
 
 Believe 'tis the flow of God's heavenly robe. 
 As He hides where His mystery hes ; 
 
 Or, beaming with pity man's sorrows to probe, 
 'Tis the blue of the angels' eyes. 
 
 Whatever it be that floats silent above. 
 
 So calm in the firmament laid. 
 It tells of the ne'er dying spirit of love. 
 
 It is something that never can fade.
 
 74 THE PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
 Clouds o'er the azure their shadows may trace. 
 As they flit in dark threatenings by ; 
 
 They may cover with blackness the wide-spreading 
 space. 
 But beyond lies the blue in the sky. 
 
 So varying ever its light and its shade. 
 
 The wakeful and wandering sea, 
 Still chngs to the bed where first it was laid. 
 
 Though restless and fitful it be ; 
 
 Ever returning, whilst backward it shrinks. 
 
 As a guest that is loth to depart ; 
 And the higher it rises, the lower it sinks. 
 
 Like the tide in the human heart. 
 
 The sun-lighted hills that in summer-time glow 
 With a beauty so peaceful and pure.
 
 SONa OP THE BLUE SPIRIT. 75 
 
 Their verdure must kide beneath winter's deep 
 snow, 
 Yet unchanged through all time they endure. 
 
 Thus Nature's broad bases still rivetted stand. 
 
 Unhurt 'mid the elements' din ; 
 And thus all unshaken by Time's ruthless hand 
 
 Is the world that lies silent within. 
 
 Through varying phases each feeling may change. 
 
 Or wave like an air-troubled flame ; 
 'Mid thought's wildest visions the fancy may range ; 
 
 But the heart's core beats ever the same. 
 
 There are clouds that will darken thy sunniest sky ; 
 
 There are waves that break high o'er the strand ; 
 There are snows on thy green spots that heavily lie ; 
 
 There arc winds that sweep over the land.
 
 76 THE PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
 But Faith, as she baffles the billow and breeze. 
 Or the cloud that in tear-drops will fall. 
 
 Through each a foundation unvarying sees, — 
 'Tis God, the Great Euler of all ! 
 
 There cometh a time when nought shall oppose 
 
 'Twixt thee and His glories above ; 
 The blue shall dissolve in the light they disclose, 
 
 And Faith be absorb'd in His Love. 
 
 From the trammels of earth then set thy soul free 
 Lest thou find her too heavy to rise 
 
 In the day when expectant He summons thee 
 To meet Him above in the skies. 
 
 Be sure to make one in that pure exhalation 
 
 Of spirits caught up from afar ; 
 For He in the midst of the choice constellation. 
 
 Shall shine as the bright Morning-star.
 
 SONG OF THE BROWN SPIRIT. 77 
 
 SONG or THE BROWN SPIRIT. 
 
 Small grace has this to charm the eye, 
 Nought that with brighter tints can vie ; 
 It does but warn thee thou must die, 
 
 To dust return : 
 It tells of shadows dark and drear. 
 Of lowering clouds when storms are near. 
 Of dusky night that frowns on fear. 
 
 With aspect stern. 
 
 It points to winter's barren ground, 
 When not a leaf nor flower is found. 
 Save autumn^s remnants scattered round. 
 
 Like pleasures past ;
 
 78 THE PAINTED WINDOW. ' 
 
 It points to many a type of care. 
 To leafless trees once waving fair, 
 Whose long-arm'd skeletons stand bare 
 
 To every blast. 
 
 It tells of all that paints decay. 
 The dying hght of parting day, 
 The course whose streams have pass'd away. 
 
 To flow no more ; 
 The ■m.-ithing smoke of flames expired. 
 The rust on treasures long acquired. 
 So bright and pure when first desired, 
 
 Now tarnish'd o'er. 
 
 It darkens Nature's gifts most kind : 
 But not her laws alone doth bind ; 
 Her every blight response can find 
 
 In human hearts;
 
 SONG OP THE BROWN SPIRIT. 79 
 
 They have their shadows, clouds, and storms. 
 Their skeletons of faded forms. 
 Their nights when joy no longer warms. 
 
 And love departs. 
 
 They have their winter's chiUiug frost. 
 Their fuiTows deep whose streams are lost. 
 Their dying lights by phantoms cross'd 
 
 Of things that were ; 
 They have the rust that time doth bring. 
 Their stifled fires that blackness fling 
 Bound many a bright and lovely thing 
 
 That lingers near. 
 
 But while this strain mars Nature's face. 
 In every heart leaves some dark place. 
 It even throws its deepest trace 
 
 Upon the soul ;
 
 80 THE PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
 Rise tliougli she may in purest feeling. 
 Her inmost tliouglits to Heaven revealing, 
 The shade is ever round her stealing. 
 
 In mute controul. 
 
 As man, erect in all his pride. 
 Has ever something by his side. 
 Which spirit-like doth round him ghde. 
 
 Turn where he may ; 
 Upon the mountain's topmost steep, 
 Or in embosomM valleys deep. 
 His shadow still doth round him creep 
 
 The livelong day : 
 
 So this dark influence troubles all ; 
 Some gloom on brightest things will fall, 
 A shadow on each sunny wall 
 
 Where fruit should grow :
 
 SONG OF THE BROWN SPIRIT. 81 
 
 It blighted Eden, ^tis the same ; 
 
 Ye know from whence the dark source came ; 
 
 Its author and its hated name 
 
 Tull well ye know. 
 
 But why despair at tliis sad hue ? 
 The cross that saved thee bore it too. 
 Bore it thenceforward to subdue 
 
 Its mournful sway ; 
 The crown of thorns, the nails, the grave. 
 This tint in all its changes gave, 
 And from the world they wrought to save 
 
 Bore half away. 
 
 Concentred in that direful hour. 
 Spent was its overwhelming power ; 
 What can it now but threatening lower ? 
 
 It harms thee not :
 
 82 THE PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
 Light sprang from out the dread array. 
 And since that consummating day 
 Some beam has ever found its way 
 
 To each dark spot. 
 
 When to the tomb the Lord they bare. 
 No sign of hfe nor hght was there. 
 Night added terror to despair 
 
 With darkness keen : 
 Set was the watch, and seai'd the stone. 
 But morning dawn'd, and both were gone ; 
 Angels possessed the place alone 
 
 Where death had been. 
 
 So from the grave of hopes most dear. 
 How oft undream' d-of joys appear. 
 When nought ye can discern as near, 
 
 'Mid sorrow's gloom !
 
 SONG OF THE BROWN SPIRIT. 83 
 
 Though set the watch, and seal'd the stone 
 O'er buried hearts for ever flown. 
 Remember how new life was won 
 
 From out the tomb ! 
 
 All things have their evening tide. 
 Lengthening shadows by thy side. 
 Till night their very form doth hide 
 
 Beneath her pall ; 
 But all things have their morning light. 
 Lessening shade as day grows bright. 
 Till, lost in noon's dispelling might, 
 
 No shadows fall. 
 
 Thy life is but a twilight grey. 
 Passing in changeful shades away, 
 With death's dark night 'twixt thee and day, 
 
 'TwLxt earth and heaven ; 
 
 G -Z
 
 84 THE PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
 That land where morning joyful breaks. 
 Where soft the wearied soul awakes, 
 TouchM by the love that ne'er forsakes. 
 
 Though all be riven ;- 
 
 That land where shadows never come, 
 A garden fair without a tomb. 
 Whose flowers unfaduig ever bloom 
 
 In endless story; 
 The Sun of Eighteousness all bright 
 Shines there, the Day-star of thy sight. 
 The Lord an everlasting hght, 
 
 And God thy glory.
 
 SONG OP THE YELLOW SPIRIT. 85 
 
 SONG OF THE YELLOW SPIRIT. 
 
 Deep down in the earth, unseen, alone, 
 Lay buried in richness all unknown, 
 
 A dark mysterious thing; 
 Silent it work'd in its hidden bed, 
 And wide the wandering veins were spread. 
 
 Like streams round an unseen spring ; 
 Up from the depths now snatch'd to light, 
 Moulded and burnish' d, and polishM bright, 
 
 It reigns o'er the world a king. 
 
 For ages unfound it secret lay. 
 Like man, to be drawn from the passive clay. 
 As time should its depths unfold ;
 
 86 THE PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
 'Now monarclis the flowing streams possess^ 
 And boasting it theirs, with their own im- 
 press 
 Its surface yellow they mould ; 
 But its presence withdrawn, all powerless 
 
 they, 
 Compeird to own its resistless sway. 
 It reigns over kings. King Gold! 
 
 Armies it sends to the battle-field. 
 
 And as the brave to the death-stroke yield. 
 
 Steps forth to replace the slain ; 
 It unfurls the vessel's swelling sail, 
 And a navy's thunder wakes the gale 
 
 O^er the rolling boundless main; 
 "World-wide commerce without it were nought. 
 But growing with all that is sold and bought. 
 
 Tenfold it returns again.
 
 SONG OF THE YELLOW SPIRIT. 87 
 
 It builds the palace where monarchs reign, 
 And heavenward rears each holy fane, 
 
 Wliere man may entreat his God ; 
 A healing balm to the sick imparts, 
 A home to homeless and friendless hearts. 
 
 Stricken by penury's rod ; 
 Offers a holy and safe retreat 
 To the sin-worn, but returning feet. 
 
 Which crooked paths have trod. 
 
 It raises a dome where science may dwell ; 
 Invokes the magic of Music's spell, 
 
 To wake the echoing air ; 
 The painter's canvass it bids to glow. 
 The poet^s inspired verse to flow, 
 
 Unchecked by thwarting care ; 
 Rescues the gems from their secret mine. 
 Bidding them forth to the light and shine 
 
 In Beauty's waving hair.
 
 88 THE PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
 Man in each office of trust and love. 
 Holds earthly figures of things above 
 
 Wrought, to endure, of gold ; — 
 The crown that bespeaks the monarch's brow 
 Anointed of God to reign below, 
 
 By Him alone controul'd; 
 The sceptre, an emblem of kingly sway. 
 Of power to give or take away. 
 
 To pardon or withhold. 
 
 The gift unchanging that friendship sends 
 As pledge of the faith that never ends 
 
 In a heart that grows not cold ; 
 Pure and unmingled, a token it bears 
 Of trust unbroken by doubts and fears. 
 
 To tarnish as time wears old ; 
 The costly boon doth better reveal. 
 Than words, how deeply the soul doth feel 
 
 The worth it would crown with gold.
 
 SONG OF THE YKLLOW SPIRIT. 89 
 
 The ring that woman of all loves best, 
 Bright as the hope, which but half-express' d, 
 
 Lies trembling within her heart ; 
 Pure as her love, which is caught from heaven. 
 And, huked with pity, to man is given. 
 
 To soften afiliction's dart; 
 Lasting and round, Eternity's mould. 
 Like the faith in her soul that grows not old. 
 
 But binds until death do part. 
 
 The life of man, as it onward flows. 
 Ever more chequer'd and varied grows. 
 
 No stream runs ever the same ; 
 Yet the story of all, however told. 
 Is but the record held of the gold 
 
 That each for his own doth claim : 
 If other had been his allotted share, 
 Other the deeds that had figured there. 
 
 And other his worldly fame.
 
 90 THE PAIXTED WIXDOW. 
 
 See every action, its tale unfold^ 
 
 Man the macliinej and the engine gold, 
 
 "VTorking for good, or for ill ; 
 As that is set, so tJiis will obey, 
 Action in all doth ever betray 
 
 The whisperings of the will ; 
 Desire suggests, and the gold achieves. 
 Bringing to sight what the thought conceives, 
 
 For the Engine ne'er is still. 
 
 Mark the rich streams of a new-sprung tide ! 
 Gold through the earth spreading far and wide : 
 
 Deem^st thou for nought it was sent ? 
 Ejiow, that wherever new wealth is given. 
 To work out a plan foreknown in heaven, 
 
 To man it was only lent ; 
 Though hidden the end, whatever it be, 
 If well thou uscst what falls to thee. 
 
 Thou hast aided God's intent.
 
 SONG OF THE YELLOW SPIRIT. 91 
 
 In trust tliou lioklest thy given share, 
 Firstj to provide for thine own take care. 
 
 Enough for each coming day ; 
 Not luxury's wealth, which all supplies, 
 And feeling no want, ne'er strives to rise, 
 
 Wliilst it blazons life's decay ; 
 Yet save from that bitter, stern controul. 
 The strife to live which trammels the soul. 
 
 As she journeys on the way. 
 
 Remember the poor, he is thy charge. 
 For him doth the Lord thy store enlarge. 
 
 And a guerdon thou must pay ; 
 Not heedlessly giving alike to all. 
 But seek the good, and on him let faU 
 
 Thine aid like a cheering ray ; 
 That the bad, as he passes by, may see 
 What is lost by scorning honesty. 
 
 And "Wisdom's pleasant way.
 
 92 THE PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
 Send forth labourers into the fields 
 The wilhng vineyard its fruits will yield 
 
 To the workman's friendly care ; 
 The heathen in mental blindness stands, 
 Awaiting the light from far-off lands. 
 
 To scatter the darkness there : 
 God's will on earth can never be done. 
 His kingdom come, till the Gospel's sun 
 
 Be risen everywhere. 
 
 Build God's temples more thickly round : 
 The ear should be ever within the sound 
 
 Of the soul's alarm-bell ; 
 The tapering spire that points on high 
 Should be ever near to stay the eye. 
 
 And the lawless look to quell ; 
 The way-worn feet as they wearied roam 
 Should e'er find rest in the wayside home. 
 
 Where the Lord vouchsafes to dwell.
 
 SONG OP THE YELLOW SPIRIT, 93 
 
 Adorn the house with the best thou hast. 
 Nor meanly talk of the ointment's waste, 
 
 Which might for the poor be stored ; 
 Thief ! for the poor thou hast not a care. 
 But the bag thou boldest, and what is there. 
 
 And feign wouldst increase thy hoard : 
 Haste thee the precious box to break. 
 Lest the next downward step ye take 
 
 Should be to sell thy Lord ! 
 
 A time will come when nought shall remain 
 Of all thy hoarded and boasted gain. 
 
 But that which thou gav'st away ; 
 A city is rearing great and high, 
 "Whose breadth with a golden reed they try. 
 
 And deep the foundations lay ; 
 'Tis built of the gold that man doth bring. 
 As his mite in the treasure he doth fling, 
 
 Against the reckoning day.
 
 94 THE PAINTED WINDOW, 
 
 Abundantly give from out thy store ; 
 The builders are ever demanding more. 
 
 Of gold they have nought to spare ; 
 Enough must be found the walls to build, 
 The streets to pave, and the ways to gild, 
 
 Ere its glories thou mayst share ; 
 Eor think not within her courts to live, 
 (What right hast thou to what others give ?) 
 
 If none of thine own be there. 
 
 Confide thy treasure where moth nor rust 
 Corrode their beauty, nor turn to dust 
 
 Tliy tribute of holy love ; 
 All the best deeds of thy Hfe are there. 
 Thy purest thoughts and thy humblest prayer, 
 
 EnregisterM safe above ; 
 Thou shalt find them again as jewels fair, 
 Cased in a setting rich and rare. 
 Eternity ne'er shall move.
 
 SONG OF THE YELLOW SPIRIT. 95 
 
 Thiiik how thy gold will resplendent shine. 
 Touched by the glorious hght divine 
 
 Of that long bright summer's day. 
 That borrows not aid from sun nor moon, 
 But glows in one perpetual noon, 
 
 Caught from the hving ray 
 "Wliose power absorbs earth's bitterest sigh, 
 Exhales the tear from the mourner's eye, 
 
 And chases aU clouds away.
 
 96 THE PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
 SONG OF THE WHITE SPIRIT. 
 
 Why dotli the Lord, who gave to Nature aU her 
 varied hues, 
 
 Who spring by spring to smiling flowers their 
 blooming tints renews. 
 
 Who loves in warm and glowing hghts with har- 
 mony to blend 
 
 The brightest and the fairest rays that earth's gay 
 things can lend, — 
 
 Why doth He yet in tintless essence find His chief 
 dehght ? 
 
 A surface colourless doth best reflect His image 
 bright :
 
 SONG OF THE WHITE SPIRIT. 97 
 
 The palest waters catch tlie truest likeness of the sky; 
 Through clearest air is best reveal'd the rainbow's 
 
 varied dye; 
 The diamond, to whose nature ne'er a hue is given, 
 Tiutless itself, receives a thousand tints from heaven ; 
 The snow that noiseless falhng blanches the 
 
 Boreal heights, 
 Reflects in virgin blushes celestial rosy lights. 
 Earth's vivid colours touch not but to leave a last- 
 ing stain, 
 They lie corporeal where they fall, and never rise 
 
 again ; 
 The unembodied hues of heaven tinge, but in 
 
 heaven remain. 
 These outward things but emblems are of that 
 
 wliich lies within, — 
 The soul, deep set, a lake whose waves roll on 
 
 without a din ; 
 
 H
 
 98 THE PAINTED WINDOW, 
 
 An atmosphere, through whose thin haze passes the 
 
 hght of heaven ; 
 A diamond unreveal'd, save by reflections given ; 
 A snow-flake fallen from the skies to bleach one 
 
 spot of earth. 
 And still to catch the radiance glowing from its 
 
 land of birth. 
 Beware ! the wave may turbid grow, and cast up 
 
 dirt and mire ; 
 The air may thick and murky turn with suff'ocating 
 
 fire; 
 The gem all tarnish'd may become, neglected cease 
 
 to shine; 
 And earthly soil upon the snow blot out the light 
 
 divine. 
 There stands the mirror'd soul, and face to face 
 
 there stands the Lord, 
 Loving to find His image bright upon the dial broad.
 
 SONG OF THE WHITE SPIRIT. 99 
 
 Frowning when forms pass in that image to efface. 
 And leave instead where God had been their dark 
 
 unwholesome trace : 
 Passions whose lurid light through the heart's 
 
 chambers raging glare. 
 Unhallowed flames that scathe and blacken all they 
 
 meet with there ; 
 Desires that o'er the soul's wide field scatter for- 
 bidden seeds, 
 Wliich, nurtured and uncheck'd, take root and 
 
 grow to evil deeds ; 
 Rebellious thoughts that will not rest on duty's 
 
 present claim. 
 But wander where the longing sense some keener 
 
 joy doth name ; 
 Unlicensed hopes, and visions vain of things that 
 
 never come. 
 Painting in colours false as fair some bright idealhomc, 
 
 H 2
 
 100 THE PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
 Some halcyon spot encircled by delusion's fairy 
 
 ring, 
 Reacli'd only by the phantom wish that flies on 
 
 fancy^s wing; 
 Day-dreams of happiness that flit deceitful o^er the 
 
 mind, 
 Like fever's shapes fantastic leaving weariness 
 
 behind ; 
 Faithless imaginings that fire the o'erfraught brain. 
 Then die, and fling it back on cold reality again ; 
 !Fond memories of some cherish'd form that once 
 
 beside thee trod. 
 Whose shadow, falling on thy soul, now stands 
 
 t\\dxt thee and God : 
 These and all like them are the things that lend 
 
 their dire controul 
 To blot His holy image from the page of thy fair 
 soul.
 
 SONG OP THE WHITE SPIRIT. 101 
 
 How vivid are false colourings ! forbidden fruits 
 liow sweet ! 
 
 Where pleasure's buoyant faculty and pleasure's 
 objects meet; 
 
 Where the floodgate, that holds back the impa- 
 tient struggling tide, 
 
 Gives way, and sends it bounding free o'er plain 
 and meadow wide ; 
 
 For well doth this world's god know how to scat- 
 ter roses round. 
 
 Aye, until every gasping sense with thriUing rap- 
 tures bound. 
 
 And the snared soul entranced deems life with 
 jewels crown'd. 
 
 Touch not, taste not, handle not ; in the use they 
 perish all ; 
 
 The beckoning pleasure lures thee on, that tasting 
 thou mayest fall :
 
 102 THE PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
 Break through the circle wide of fascination's soft 
 
 controul, 
 Stand fast, it is a mortal strife waged between 
 
 sense and soul ; 
 Though the whole outward bulwark yield to the 
 
 war withiuj 
 Ye must resist even unto deaths striving against sin 
 Though every new-won victory shall be a heart - 
 
 string wrenched. 
 And dim shall grow thy beaming eye, the hght by 
 
 watching quenched ; 
 Though bitter tears upon thy cheek their dewy 
 
 channels plough, 
 And struggles oft renewM, plant early wrinkles on 
 
 thy brow; 
 Though the bright ebon locks that tempting cluster 
 
 round thy head, 
 Grow white as snow by nipping frosts that wintry 
 
 grief has spread ;
 
 SONG OF THE WHITE SPIRIT. 103 
 
 Though dearest joys and brightest charms from heart 
 
 and form be riven. 
 Why, let them go, they are but dust, thou'lt find 
 
 them new in heaven I 
 In heaven! that love-girt isle illumed by self- 
 existent hght. 
 Whose sympathetic purity turns all it falls on white; 
 The gossamer of iingel throngs is steep'd within its 
 
 streams, 
 And the whole choir around the thr.oue in one 
 
 bright radiance beams ; 
 The Saints who cleansed their robes in blood whilst 
 
 on the earth they trod, 
 By that bless'd hght now stand transfigured on the 
 
 mount of God, 
 The Church in Heaven awaiting till the Church on 
 
 Earth be free, — 
 Until the Spouse be all prepared, how can the 
 
 marriage be ?
 
 104 THE PAINTED WINDOW, 
 
 Young bride just verging hopefully upon life's 
 
 rosiest hour, 
 Linger upon the threshold of thy youth-enchanted 
 
 bower ; 
 Bid thv soul tell what mean these choice adornments, 
 
 jewels rare ; 
 Ts it alone before thine earthly lord to seem more fair? 
 Cast vanity and beauty's sighs from out thy fluttering 
 
 heart. 
 Thou stand' st an emblem of the Church, bearing 
 
 thyself a part : 
 The shining flow of thy silken robe flashing within 
 
 the hght. 
 Tells of her vestments glorified, fine linen clean and 
 
 white ; 
 And all thy colourless array, so chaste and spotless, 
 
 paints 
 That holier wedding garment, the righteousness of 
 
 the saints ;
 
 SONG OF THE WHITE SPIRIT. 105 
 
 The gems that deck thee, in the Church's voice 
 
 what whisper they ? 
 " Let thy good deeds shine brightly forth, radiant 
 
 and clear as day /' 
 The snowy web that veils thy form in many a loving 
 
 fold. 
 Be sure has blemishes to hide, as well as charms to 
 
 hold; 
 Emblem of that hope to which the Church so fondly 
 
 clings, 
 (The hope that o'er her purest deeds, mistrusting 
 
 self, she flings,) 
 That her dear Lord, leading his bride to everlasting 
 
 bliss. 
 In love and pity ne'er will mark what she has done 
 
 amiss ; 
 The lUy flowers that crown in bridal wreath thy 
 
 sunny brow, 
 Fair, fragile things of earth, must die, and so must thou.
 
 106 THE PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
 Seek after those which, to the Church and thee^ her 
 
 type, are given. 
 Whose blossoms only grace the Earth, their fruits 
 
 are found in Heaven : 
 In Heaven, when clear the marriage peal rings 
 
 through the Angel throngs, 
 And Saints emancipated, join their beatific songs, 
 When through the new-made courts the fair 
 
 procession treads. 
 To where God's ministering bands the marriage 
 
 supper spreads : 
 How bless^l the soul whose salutation from the 
 
 Lord shall be, 
 " Well hast thou done thy daily toil : come in and 
 
 sup with me ! " 
 What then? the after joys it has not pleased Him 
 
 to reveal. 
 There is a secret bHss, to know \\'hose transports ye 
 
 must feel.
 
 SONG OP THE WHITE SPIRIT. 107 
 
 Thy Maker is thine Husband : leave to his gracious 
 
 care 
 Heaven's bright fehcity — be it thine to meet Him 
 
 there. — 
 Now hearken to the chorus that our spirits joyful 
 
 raise. 
 And spread it through the Earth, an earnest of 
 
 eternal praise. 
 No note e'er falls unheard, 'tis caught and echo'd 
 
 high above. 
 Where, rarified, it vibrates gently 'midst the notes 
 
 of love, 
 And, minghng softly with the melodies of Heaven, 
 Back to the heart that gave, all purified, 'tis given.
 
 108 
 
 THE PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
 CHOEUS OF SPIRITS. 
 
 Glory to Thee, whose power and raiglit 
 Said but the word, and there was Hght ! 
 Whose Spirit moved the Water's face, 
 Who shaped the Earth, and filFd the space 
 
 In glad Creation's hour ; 
 And greater glorj be to Thee, 
 That Thou didst send thy Word to be 
 A lamp that should a light impart. 
 To touch the soul and fill the heart. 
 
 When sin and darkness lower. 
 
 Glory to Thee, that blessed Word, 
 In the beginning one with God !
 
 CHORUS OF SPIRITS. 109 
 
 Thou wast tlic Light to lead the way, 
 As He, on each succeeding day, 
 
 Dech\red that all was good ; 
 Light of the world, still lighting men 
 Back to their long-lost home again. 
 And feeding them with bread from Heaven, 
 With waters pure unceasing given. 
 
 And cleansing with Thy blood. 
 
 Glory to Thee, the Holy Spirit, 
 Equal to the Word in merit ! 
 Thou didst o'er all thy vigils keep. 
 And waking first the slumbering deep. 
 
 Baptized the new-bom Earth : 
 As Angels once from Heaven did steal, 
 TroubHng the waters but to heal. 
 So Thou dost stiU their deadness move. 
 And the soul quicken'd by Thy love. 
 
 Wakes to a second birth.
 
 110 THE PAINTED WINDOW. 
 
 Glory to the Eternal Three, 
 Whose purposes are unity ! 
 The Three in Heaven that record bear. 
 Whose witnesses on Earth appear, 
 
 Agreeing Three in One : 
 To Father, Word, and Holy Gliost, 
 Sing praises, all ye heavenly host ; 
 To Maker, Saviour, mourner's Friend, 
 Let Earth her praises upwards send, 
 
 To all be glory done. 
 
 The songs were ended, and my spirit, startled by 
 sudden sUence, sprang to its waiting vehicle, and 
 bade it up and travel onward, for the day was far 
 spent, and I had found more work to do. The sun 
 had moved forward on his course, and left the 
 Painted Window beaming alone in calm, but unre- 
 flected beauty, as the eye withdraws its kindred
 
 CHORUS OF SPIRITS, 111 
 
 flashes when the tongue has ceased to speak. There 
 was nought to stay me longer ; so I passed into the 
 world again with a new song in my mouth, whose 
 refreshing influence I was charged to shed abroad 
 among my fellow mortals, like Heaven^s soft dis- 
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 — dew to the opening bud, honey to the yearning 
 soul, health to the drooping spirit, balm to the 
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 like an awakening kiss ; be some good to all, that, 
 as I cast thee here upon the waters, I may find 
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