XXXV. ODOURS. I. Oн, the bean-field in blossom, the mown grass, the clover, The dew-besprent rose from the hand that we love, Breathe the sweetest of scents, if ye search the world over, On hills, or in vallies, in garden, or grove. II. Like the stream from the mountain, how soft, but how mighty Their influence to brighten, and gladden, and bless! Say, ye who delight in such odours, delight ye In aught else so much, save affection's caress ? III. In aught else of the earth? for the spirit that soareth, Knows something far higher, far sweeter to love: "Tis the smile of approval from Him it adorethThe fragrance that breathes through the garden above. IV. Oh, thither then oft let the scent-laden breezes, And hallowed fond whispers from creatures below, Waft upward the soul, till Omnipotence pleases That there, never more to return, it shall go. XXXVI. ENDURING JOY. "I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation."-Hab. iii. 18. I. THIS heart hath rapturous feelings known From sunny things of earth; But aye, like music's sweetest tone, They perished in their birth! II. Methought there ever came with such Like fragrance from too rude a touch, III. Joy, from the height to which I rose, IV. But I have found a joy that lives : V. Sweeter than music from the lyre, Than he has strength to tower. VI. And often too it soars above: |