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Come up unto the Hills.
Oh, thou hast tarried long,
With notes of summer song.
Pipes matin in the vale
As the red daylights fail-
And leave the stagnant plain;
As sing they to the main;
Beyond demeaning care ;
The eagle shall be there.
Still clings unto the rock,
To dare again the shock.
On the old hemlock swings,
And mount upon thy wings.
They of undaunted wills,
On the enduring hills-
Where came the soundings of the sea afar,
Borne upward to the ear, And nearer grew the moon and midnight star, And God himself more near.
ELIZABETH OAKES SMITH.
Consecration of the House of Prayer. COD of wisdom, God of might,
" Father! dearest name of all, Bow thy throne and bless our rite;
'Tis thy children on thee call. Glorious ONE! look down from heaven,
Warm each heart and wake each vow; Unto Thee this house is given;
With thy presence fill it now.
Bless them, Father, long and late,
Blot their sins, their sorrows dry;
Leading to thy courts on high.
When the feuds of earth are past,
Congregate in peace at last!
Shall the gather'd millions sing,
CHARITY! decent, modest, easy, kind,
Softens the high, and rears the abject mind; Knows with just reins and gentle hand to guide Betwixt vile shame and arbitrary pride; Not soon provoked, she easily forgives, And much she suffers, as she much believes. Soft peace she brings wherever she arrives; She builds our quiet as she forms our lives; Lays the rough paths of peevish nature even, And opens in each heart a little heaven. Each other gift which God on man bestows, Its proper bounds and due restriction knows; To one fixed purpose dedicates its power, And finishing its act, exists no more.
Thus, in obedience to what Heaven decrees,
As through the artist's intervening glass,
But soon the mediate clouds shall be dispelled, The Sun shall soon be face to face beheld, In all his robes, with all his glory on, Seated, sublime, on his meridian throne.
Then constant Faith and holy Hope shall die, One lost in certainty, and one in joy: Whilst thou, more happy power, fair Chani Triumphant sister, greatest of the three Thy office and thy nature still the sam Isting thy lamp, and unconsumed th
t still survive ilt stand before the host of heaven ur ever blessing, and for ever blest.
host of heaven confest,