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A holy home, a refuge-bower,
For Saints in evil hour,
Of their own joy afraid,
To tell the news within.
A holy household ! yet beware!
lurk These home delights, so keen and pure, May not for
endure. Ere long, perchance, a sterner sound Will summon : where wilt thou be found ? Even holy homes may hearts beguile,
And mar God's work a while.
“Jesus was casting out a Devil, and it was dumb: and it came to pass, when the Devil was cast out, the dumb spake."
Not often bends the face of heaven and earth
A dull and joyless brow
But such their aspect now.
And hour by weary hour
Pine top, and leafless forest bower.
And days have been, wild days of stormy wing,
O'er-powering breath and thought,
And air and ocean wrought
The traveller on his way
of every gust and spray.
So, happy childhood, thine enchanted clime
Two evil spirits mar,
Looks out no lingering star,
Lowers on till noon and night :
Fretting or fierce, in Angels' sight.
Yet burns the sun on high beyond the cloud :
Each in his southern cave
One breathing o'er the wave,
The smile of heaven comes on.
So waits the Lord behind the veil,
To shed when the dark hour is gone.
O ye who feel the dumb deaf spirit's breath
heart and home, As in foul cavern spreading damps of death,
Where only Love should come ;-
Haste, to the Healer bring
With Saints will hear, with Angels sing.
But if the frenzy fire blaze out, and cast
The sparks of Stygian glow,
In Sodom's overthrow ;
On Tabor's crown behold
Hath spent the summer night in prayer :
There be your tale of anguish told.
Faint not, if
of man find tardy grace Though saintly knees be bowed, But wait untired beneath the mountain's base ;
Soon will the healing Cloud
* Believe, and all may be :"-
And heart and tongue for prayer be free.
Nay, doubt it not : He gave His signs of yore,
When Angels at the porch
And from their unseen torch
Of all in evil born.
The seal of heaven, not all outworn.