Beneath the frown of wicked men High, high above the tree-tops Where streams the light, through broken clouds, The poor man's worth is dying; The preacher prays, "Lord bless us!" "Lord bless us !" echo cries; The ceaseless toil of woe-worn hearts, Speak low, thou heav'n-paid teacher ! On useful hands, and honest hearts EBENEZER ELLIOT. LEAD, KINDLY LIGHT. LEAD, kindly light amid the encircling gloom; Lead thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home; Keep thou my feet! I do not ask to see I was not ever thus inclined that thou I lov'd to see and choose my path; but now I lov'd the garish day, and spite of fears, So long thy power and love hath led me, sure it still Will lead me on O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone; And, with the morn, those angel faces smile, Which I have loved long since and lost awhile! KEEBLE. THE MINISTRY OF ANGELS. How oft do they their silver bowers leave, And all for love, and nothing for reward: SPENSER. FOR MY BROTHER'S ORDINATION CHRIST to the young man said: Yet one thing more; If thou would'st perfect be, Sell all thou hast and give it to the poor, Within this temple Christ again, unseen, And his invisible hands to day have been And evermore beside him, on his way, Beside him at the marriage feast shall be, O holy trust! O endless sense of rest, To lay his head upon the Saviour's breast, LONGFELLOW. SIN. Man-like is it to fall in sin, LONGFELLOW. THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM. WHEN, marshall'd on the nightly plain, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks, Once on the raging seas I rode, The storm was loud-the night was darkThe ocean yawn'd-and rudely blow'd The wind that toss'd my foundering bark. |