Two eyes that look above Not wrath, nor fears;" So pray we afterwards, low on our knees; DINAH MARIA CRAIK. SONNETS FROM WITHIN AND WITHOUT." Go thou into thy closet; shut thy door; And pray to Him in secret: He will hear: But think not thou, by one wild bound, to clear The numberless ascensions, more and more, Of starry stairs that must be climbed, before Thou comest to the Father's likeness near; And bendest down to kiss the feet so dear That, step by step, their mounting flights passed o'er. Be thou content if on thy weary need There falls a sense of showers and of the spring; A hope, that makes it possible to fling Hark, hark, a voice amid the quiet intense! Rise from thy knees in hope, the half of doubt; A hand doth pull thee - it is Providence: Open thy door straightway, and get thee hence; And do not fear to hope. Can poet's brain Is confidence unto the Father lent: Thy need is sown and rooted for His rain. His thoughts are as thine own; nor are His ways Of beauty infinite and love intense. Work on. One day, beyond all thoughts of praise, GEORGE MACDONALD. THE SONG OF THE CHRISTIAN PILGRIM. 'OME, brethren, let us go! COM The evening closeth round, 'Tis perilous to linger here On this wild desert ground. Come, towards eternity We shall not rue our choice, Though straight our path and steep, Then follow, trusting; come, And let each set his face Toward yonder fair and blessed place, Intent to reach our home. Come, children, let us go! Our Father is our guide; And when the way grows steep and dark, Our spirits He would cheer, The sunshine of His love Revives and helps us as we rove, Ah, blest our lot e'en here! Come, children, let us go! The strong be quick to raise Let love and peace and patience bloom Friend of our perfect choice, Thou Joy of all that live, Being that know'st not chance or change, All beauty, Lord, we see, All bliss and life and love, In Him in whom we live and move, And we are glad in Thee! GERHARD TERSTEEGEN, 1731. WORLDLY PLACE. EVEN in a palace, life may be led well! So spoke the imperial sage, purest of men, Our freedom for a little bread we sell, Even in a palace! On his truth sincere, Who spoke these words, no shadow ever came; Some nobler, ampler stage of life to win, The aids to noble life are all within." MATTHEW ARNOLD. ΟΝ QUIET WORK. NE lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee, One lesson which in every wind is blown, One lesson of two duties kept at one Though the loud world proclaim their enmity — Of toil unsevered from tranquillity; Of labor, that in lasting fruit outgrows Yes, while on earth a thousand discords ring, Their glorious tasks in silence perfecting; MATTHEW ARNOLD. |