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Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand,
by heaven's command.
Then, kneeling down, to heaven's eternal King,
The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing
That thus they all shall meet in future days ;
There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear,
Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling time moves round in an eternal
Compared with this, how poor religion's pride,
In all the pomp of method and of art, When men display to congregation's wide
Devotion's every grace except the heart !
The Power, incensed, the pageant will desert, The pompous train, the sacerdotal stole ;
But haply, in some cottage far apart May hear, well-pleased, the language of the
soul, And in his Book of life the inmates poor enrol.
The shades of night were falling fast,
His brow was sad ; his eye beneath,
In happy homes he saw the light
"Try not the pass,” the old man said ; “Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent's deep and wide !" And loud the clarion voice replied,
“O stay," the maiden said, “and rest Thy weary
this breast!' A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered with a sigh,
“ Beware the pine tree's withered branch !
At break of day, as heavenward
A traveller, by the faithful hound
There, in the twilight cold and grey,
And from the sky serene and far
Sum up at night what thou hast done by day,
And in the morning what thou hast to do; Dress and undress thy soul, mark the decay
And growth of it; if with thy watch, that too Be down, then wind both up; since we shall be More surely judged, make thy accounts agree.
Fair daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon ;
Has not attain’d his noon;
Will go with you along!
We have short time to stay, as you ;
We have as short a spring,
hours do ; and dry
THE MAIDEN AT HER SPINNING WHEEL.
Round goes the wheel, the merry wheel,
The sun shines bright and clear ; The flax is spinning on the reel,
The lark is singing near.