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Whether on lonely shades the pale sad ray
From a sick chamber fall,
From mirthful bower or hall,
Heaven's breath is there, we know :
Yea, in each keen heart-thrilling glance of theirs
Of other stars we read,
A portion and a meed
When sun and moon are o'er ;
More and more Stars, here in our outward Heaven,
More and more Saints above !
The vision to meek love,
Love taught of old to treasure and embalm
Whate'er in morning calm Or evening soft steals from the gracious skies, The dry ground freshening with the dews of Paradise.
All humble holy gleams I bid thee seek,
Dim lingering here below;
A heart to read and know
Dews on the lowly ground
Stars to the childish eye may gathered seem
Into strange shapes and wild,
As heathen hearts beguiled :-
Heaven's waste from side to side : But of a central glory sages sing, Whence all may be discerned in clear harmonious ring. Such are Saints' ways—the forms so manifold
Our mystic Mother wears,
But Faith still onward fares,
The orb whence all and each
.More and more Stars ! behold yon hazy arch,
Spanning the vault on high,
Seeming to earth’s dull eye
Of Faith, and upward spring :-
Not otherwise of yonder Saintly host
Upon the glorious shore
By name He counts them o'er.
Full many a soul, to man's dim praise unknown,
May on its glory-throne As brightly shine, and prove as strong in prayer, As theirs, whose separate beams shoot keenest through
My child, even now I see thy tender breath
Full quickly come and go
Those chords so fine and low
For aught beneath the sky.
Lessons of Grace.
ISAAC ON MORIAH.
“ Abide you here with the ass, and I and the lad will go yonder and worship."
DREAD was the mystery on Moriah's hill :
Low on the ridge the cloud of morning lay : From each dark fold, along each gliding rill,
Strange whispers from the mountain met our way.
But we must wait below, and upward gaze,
While toward the mount the father and the son Pursue their course, soon in that awful haze
To vanish, till the appointed deed be done.
So when the Lord for some parental heart
Prepares a martyr's crown, He calls on high Father and child, in His still shrine apart
To learn His lore of healing agony.