And replied, "O men of grace, Will not in his prayers recall That he is chastised at all." Translated from the German of Tholuck. JAMES FREEMAN CLARKE. HYMN. While thee I seek, protecting Power, Be my vain wishes stilled, And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be filled. Thy love the powers of thought bestowed, In each event of life how clear Each blessing to my soul more dear In every joy that crowns my days, My heart shall find delight in praise, When gladness wings my favored hour, My lifted eye without a tear The lowering storm shall see ; My steadfast heart shall know no fear, HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS (1762-1827). HYMN. Mysterious Presence, source of all,- Thou breathest in the rushing wind, Thy hand unseen to accents clear That touch divine still, Lord, impart, SETH CURTIS BEACH. But serene in the rapturous throng, With eyes unimpassioned and slow To sounds that ascend from below; From the spirits on earth that adore, And he gathers the prayers as he stands, Into garlands of purple and red; Sandalphon. HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. THE LESSON OF THE LEAVES. O thou who bearest on thy thoughtful face Óf wild forlornness round the gathered sheaf, The autumn's pensive beauty needs them all, THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON. Fewer programmes, we who have no prescience; Fewer systems, we who are held and do not hold. Aurora Leigh. ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. Our little systems have their day, In Memoriam. ALFRED TENNYSON. This Quiet all it hath a mind to doth. Caliban upon Setebos. ROBERT BROWNING. We'll be calm And know that, when indeed our Joves come down, ELIZABETH Barrett BROWNING. O fret not after knowledge! -I have none, From a Sonnet. JOHN KEATS. The threads our hands in blindness spin Through wish, resolve, and act, our will Overruled. JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. |