XIV. Dying upon a cross of shame For sins of every hue and name That call for heaven's dread curse; Dying for creatures of his hands, And stained his universe! XV. Dying that men deserving woes None but a hopeless spirit knows, And in that deeply pierced side Then join the ceaseless quire! XVI. Before this wonder infinite Sink'st thou oppressed? An angel's sight Were dazzled by the blaze Of love, that, beaming from that brow, Ne'er streamed thro' heaven's courts as now! How then can mortal gaze? XVII. Aright thou canst not-till there shine, Deep in thy soul, that light divine, Which strength with weakness blends: His feeble emblem in the sky Is seen not to a mortal eye, Save by the light it lends. XVIII. Fall then before the Cross with me! Together let us bow the knee; And, with intense desire, Implore this Lord of boundless grace, To make these souls his dwelling place, And faith to gaze inspire. XIX. Then love, within us and above, Shall sweetly answer-love for love, Until, their wings unfurled, Our spirits mount with rapturous flight, And, heaven exchanging faith for sight, Love bloom in its own world. VII. THE TOPMOST BOUGHS. 1. WHAT time the storm was wrestling with the woods, And the hare trembled in her leafy bed, And tumult raged in deepest solitudes, And the swarth herdsman felt unwonted dread, I marked the topmost branches of an oak cast. II. Yet far beneath, round that same broken tree, They would her blooms protect from the dread blast above. III. 'Tis an old tale-but I did hear it now, And I will learn that lesson by the grace Such place I need not seek-since love divine hath given. Ꭰ VIII. THE SHOWER IS PAST. I. THE shower is past;-and only one glad song Thy single voice to me now lovelier seems than more. |