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We long for what we see-though haply time
But, neared and grasped at, proves but empty air:
The steep of Zion, if the glories there-
"Tis said of those whom hostile hands compel
Lest, torn from home and all that flings its spell
In earthly climes-the cruel withering blight
"Tis said they bear through many a weary day What to be known by any heart must first Be felt beneath the same unsparing ray
Of Afric's sun-the agony of thirst; Resolved even thus to slowly wear away,
Rather than live for misery accurst;But ah! at length they near—and nearer come— They see the proffered cup-and leave in chains their home! *
If sight thus lure to slavery below,
How would it win to freedom in the skies!
If men be tempted thus to undergo
The loss of home and all their bosoms prize, How would these hearts with heavenly fervour glow To gain their home-the mansion in the skies, If faith would lift her eye with searching gaze, To all that shines above this close surrounding
* See "The African Slave-trade and its Remedy," by Sir T. Fowell Buxton.
Ye who have formed your purpose, and are bent, Whate'er ye lose, the heavenly prize to gainKnowing the cost full well, yet well content
To bear it all, nor rest till ye attainIn this one work be strong-be violent!*
Break, by the help of heaven, the cumbering chain Of time and sense; and scan with stedfast eye, What faith alone can see, the unfading joys on high!
Soar upward, and survey the streets of gold,
When words can compass what is infinite ;Nor cease to gaze until the beams of love Kindle intense desire to dwell for aye above.
"The kingdom of heaven suffereth violence, and the vio lent take it by force."-Matt. xi. 12.
"THE LORD GOD IS A SUN."
PSALM 1xxxiv. 11.
THE summer sun was in the deep blue sky, Shedding on all beneath his fervid rays; One soft light cloud was floating calmly nighThe only one that met my upward gaze.
Musingly wandering, I chanced to look
With sudden glance upon the orb of day; But, all too weak that blaze of light to brook, My dazzled eyes full quickly turned away;
Turned from the heavens to the meadows green, Beside the path where I was slowly straying; Able and glad to note the glittering sheen,
When far descended, o'er the verdure playing.
Ah! who can tell how beautiful is light!
How sad the heart the sunbeams cannot cheer! Whatever else be dimmed, they shine as bright As erst on Eden, ere it knew a tear.
And brightly shone they now: they did impart
Radiance, methought, to more than earth and air: Mine eyes but seemed the windows of my heart, That let them in to play and gladden there.
But suddenly upon the waving grass,
By contrast strong, I marked a shadow pass,