LXI. REST FOUND. I. TIME was I sought, but sought in vain, What most I wanted-rest; But now at times this heart is fain To fear it is too blest. II. With health, the very best that heaven Could give a wayward child, Who, had that boon been always given, Were haply still beguiled; III. With wealth-aye wealth, for he is rich Who seeks, nor cares for moreSupplying every comfort which A pilgrim dare implore ; T IV. With love within, around, above, A rural still retreat Beside an ever vocal grove, Where many waters meet; V. (Even now I hear the waterfall, My inmost heart was stirred: VI. And if, save this bright evening fire, There be no other sound, I love to think how sweet a quire Are sleeping all around ; VII. Reposing from a day of song That well may make them weary; But only to awake ere long And be again as cheery ;-) VIII. With duties that are pleasures too, When arms divine uphold, To call Christ's sheep, and lead them through The desert to the fold ; IX. To spread the blessed tidings round And show how peace on earth is found, X. With hope that by the spirit's grace, I may myself the pathway trace XI. And thus with many whom I teach,- XII. Oh! marvel ye, if e'er I feel, While yet beneath the sky, A fear lest this loved home should steal My heart from that on high? XIII. But thou, who hearest all who turn XIV. Rather with terror let me quail Than taste thy goodness here, and fail XV. But oh! let love, let love suffice! Still bind my heart to Thee With that soft chain of countless price, My Saviour bought for me! LXII. EVENING. I. WHAT is it in yon thrush's mellow note, That wakes an echo in my inmost heart? As I had soared from earth, and were at rest II. I may not tell another: nay, 'tis past- |