Where yon shadowy woodlands hide thee, And thy waters disappear, Friends I love have dwelt beside thee, More than this; thy name reminds me Of three friends, all true and tried ; And that name, like magic, binds me Closer, closer to thy side. Friends my soul with joy remembers! On the hearth-stone of my heart! "T is for this, thou Silent River! That my spirit leans to thee; Thou hast been a generous giver, Take this idle song from me. BLIND BARTIMEUS. BLIND Bartimeus at the gates Of Jericho in darkness waits; He hears the crowd; - he hears a breath Say, "It is Christ of Nazareth !” And calls, in tones of agony, ̓Ιησοῦ, ἐλέησόν με! The thronging multitudes increase; Then saith the Christ, as silent stands The crowd, "What wilt thou at my hands ?" Rabbi, restore the blind man's sight!" Η πίστις σου σέσωκέ σε Ye that have eyes, yet cannot see, In darkness and in misery, Recall those mighty Voices Three, ̓Ιησοῦ, ἐλέησόν με ! Θάρσει, ἔγειραι, ύπαγε! Η πίστις σου σέσωκέ σε ! THE GOBLET OF LIFE. FILLED is Life's goblet to the brim; With solemn voice and slow. No purple flowers, -no garlands green, Conceal the goblet's shade or sheen, Nor maddening draughts of Hippocrene, Like gleams of sunshine, flash between Thick leaves of misletoe. This goblet, wrought with curious art, When the deep fountains of the heart, And as it mantling passes round, Above the lowly plants it towers, Was gifted with the wondrous powers, Lost vision to restore. |