444 NIGHT HYMN AT' SEA.—FEMALE CHARACTERS
Yet, oh! make him thine, all thine,
Saviour! whether death's or mine!
Yet, oh! pour on human love,
Strength, trust, patience, from above'
Hear and aid!
NIGHT HYMN AT SEA.
THE WORDS WRITTEN FOR A MELODY BY FELTON
NIGHT sinks on the wave,
Hollow gusts are sighing,
Sea-birds to their cave
Through the gloom are flying.
Oh! should storms come sweeping,
Thou, in heaven unsleeping,
O'er thy children vigil keeping,
Hear, hear, and save!
Stars look o'er the sea,
Few, and sad, and shrouded;
Faith our light must be,
When all else is clouded.
Thou, whose voice came thrilling,
Wind and billow stilling,
Speak once more! our prayer fulfilling-
Power dwells with Thee!
FEMALE CHARACTERS OF SCRIPTURE.
A SERIES OF SONNETS.*
"Your tents are desolate; your stately steps,
Of all their choral dances, have not left
One trace beside the fountains; your full cup
Of gladness and of trembling, each alike
Is broken; yet, amidst undying things,
The mind still keeps your loveliness, and still
All the fresh glories of the early world
Hang round you in the spirit's pictured halls,
Never to change!"
As the tired voyager on stormy seas
Invokes the coming of bright birds from shore, To waft him tidings, with the gentler breeze,
Of dim sweet woods that hear no billows roar ; So, from the depth of days, when earth yet wore Her solemn beauty and primeval dew,
I call you, gracious Forms! Oh! come, restore Awhile that holy freshness, and renew
Life's morning dreams. Come with the voice, the lyre,
*Suggested by the perusal of Mrs. Sandford's Woman.
FEMALE CHARACTERS OF SCRIPTURE.
Daughters of Judah! With the timbrel rise!
Ye of the dark prophetic eastern eyes,
Imperial in their visionary fire
Oh! steep my soul in that old glorious time,
When God's own whisper shook the cedars of your clime
II.-INVOCATION CONTINUED.
AND come, ye faithful! round Messiah seen,
With a soft harmony of tears and light
Streaming through all your spiritual mien,
As in calm clouds of pearly stillness bright,
Showers weave with sunshine, and transpierce their slight Ethereal cradle.-From your heart subdued
All haughty dreams of power had wing'd their flight,
And left high place for martyr fortitude,
True faith, long suffering love.-Come to me, come!
And, as the seas beneath your master's tread
Fell into crystal smoothness, round him spread
Like the clear pavement of his heavenly home;
So in your presence, let the soul's great deep
Sink to the gentleness of infant sleep.
III.-THE SONG OF MIRIAM.
A SONG for Israel's God!-Spear, crest, and helm,
Lay by the billows of the old Red Sea,
When Miriam's voice o'er that sepulchral realm
Sent on the blast a hymn of jubilee;
With her lit eye, and long hair floating free,
Queen-like she stood, and glorious was the strain,
E'en as instinct with the tempestuous glee
Of the dark waters, tossing o'er the slain.
A song for God's own victory!-O, thy lays,
Bright poesy! were holy in their birth :-
How hath it died, thy seraph note of praise,
In the bewildering melodies of earth!
Return from troubling bitter founts-return,
Back to the life-springs of thy native urn!
THE plume-like swaying of the auburn corn,
By soft winds to a dreamy motion fann'd,
Still brings me back thine image-Oh! forlorn,
Yet not forsaken, Ruth!-I see thee stand
Lone, 'midst the gladness of the harvest band-
Lone, as a wood-bird on the ocean's foam,
Fall'n in its weariness. Thy fatherland'
Smiles far away! yet to the sense of home,
That finest, purest, which can recognise
Home in affection's glance, for ever true
Beats thy calm heart; and if thy gentle eyes
Gleam tremulous through tears, 'tis not to rue
Those words, immortal in their deep love's tone,
Thy people and thy God shall be mine own!"""
"And Rizpah, the daughter of Aiah, took sackcloth, and spread it for her upon the rock, from the beginning of harvest until water dropped upon them out of heaven; and suffered neither the birds of the air to rest on them by day, nor the beasts of the field by night." 2 SAM. xxi. 10. WHO watches on the mountain with the dead,
Alone before the awfulness of night ?-
A seer awaiting the deep spirit's might?
A warrior guarding some dark pass of dread?
No, a lorn woman!-On her drooping head,
Once proudly graceful, heavy beats the rain;
She recks not-living for the unburied slain,
Only to scare the vulture from their bed.
So, night by night, her vigil hath she kept
With the pale stars, and with the dews hath wept ;-
Oh! surely some bright Presence from above
On those wild rocks the lonely one must aid!—
E'en so; a strengthener through all storm and shade,
Th' unconquerable angel, mightiest love!
VI.-REPLY OF THE SHUNAMITE WOMAN. "And she answered, I dwell among mine own people." 2 KINGS iv. 13.
"I DWELL among mine own,"-Oh! happy thou!
Not for the sunny clusters of the vine,
Not for the olives on the mountain's brow;
Nor the flocks wandering by the flowery line
Of streams, that make the green land where they shine
Laugh to the light of waters-not for these,
Nor the soft shadow of ancestral trees,
Whose kindly whisper floats o'er thee and thine
Oh! not for these I call thee richly blest,
But for the meekness of thy woman's breast,
Where that sweet depth of still contentment lies; And for thy holy household love, which clings
Unto all ancient and familiar things,
Weaving from each some link for home's dear charities.
VII. THE ANNUNCIATION.
LOWLIEST of women, and most glorified!
In thy still beauty sitting calm and lone,
A brightness round thee grew-and by thy side
Kindling the air, a form ethereal shone,
Solemn, yet breathing gladness. From her throne
FEMALE CHARACTERS OF SCRIPTURE.
A queen had risen with more imperial eye,
A stately prophetess of victory
From her proud lyre had struck a temptest's tone,
For such high tidings as to thee were brought,
Chosen of Heaven! that hour:-but thou, O thou!
E'en as a flower with gracious rains o'erfraught,
Thy virgin head beneath its crown didst bow,
And take to thy meek breast th' all holy word,
And own thyself the handmaid of the Lord.
VIII. THE SONG OF THE VIRGIN.
YET as a sunburst flushing mountain snow,
Fell the celestial touch of fire erelong
On the pale stillness of thy thoughtful brow,
And thy calm spirit lighten'd into song.
Unconsciously, perchance, yet free and strong
Flow'd the majestic joy of tuneful words,
Which living harps the choirs of Heaven among
Might well have link'd with their divinest chords.
Full many a strain, borne far on glory's blast,
Shall leave, where once its haughty music pass'd,
No more to memory than a reed's faint sigh;
While thine, O childlike virgin! through all time
Shall send its fervent breath o'er every clime,
Being of God, and therefore not to die.
IX. THE PENITENT ANOINTING CHRIST'S FEET.
THERE was a mournfulness in angel eyes,
That saw thee, woman! bright in this world's train, Moving to pleasure's airy melodies,
Thyself the idol of the enchanted strain.
But from thy beauty's garland, brief and vain,
When one by one the rose-leaves had been torn.
When thy heart's core had quiver'd to the pain
Through every life-nerve sent by arrowy scorn;
When thou didst kneel to pour sweet odors forth
On the Redeemer's feet, with many a sigh,
And showering tear-drop, of yet richer worth,
Than all those costly balms of Araby;
Then was there joy, a song of joy in heaven,
For thee, the child won back, the penitent forgiven!
X.-MARY AT THE FEET OF CHRIST.
OH! bless'd beyond all daughters of the earth!
What were the Orient's thrones to that low seat
Where thy hush'd spirit drew celestial birth?
Mary! meek listener at the Saviour's feet!
No feverish cares to that divine retreat
Thy woman's heart of silent worship brought,
But a fresh childhood, heavenly truth to meet,
With love, and wonder, and submissive thought.
Oh! for the holy quiet of thy breast,
'Midst the world's eager tones and footsteps flying Thou, whose calm soul was like a well-spring, lying So deep and still in its transparent rest,
That e'en when noontide burns upon the hills,
Some one bright solemn star all its lone mirror fills.
XI. THE SISTERS OF BETHANY AFTER THE DEATH OF LAZARUS.
ONE grief, one faith, O sisters of the dead!
Was in your bosoms-thou, whose steps, made fleet
By keen hope fluttering in the heart which bled,
Bore thee, as wings, the Lord of Life to greet;
And thou, that duteous in thy still retreat
Didst wait the summons-then with reverent love
Fall weeping at the bless'd Deliverer's feet,
Whom e'en to heavenly tears thy woe could move
And which to Him, the All Seeing and All Just,
Was loveliest, that quick zeal, or lowly trust?
Oh! question not, and let no law be given
To those unveilings of its deepest shrine,
By the wrung spirit made in outward sign:
Free service from the heart is all in all to Heaven.
XII. THE MEMORIAL OF MARY.
"Verily I say unto you, wheresoever this gospel shall be preached in the whole world, there shali also this, that this woman hàth done, be told for a memorial of her.”—Matthew, xxvi. 13.-See also John. xii. 3.
THOU hast thy record in the monarch's hall;
And on the waters of the far mid sea;
And where the mighty mountain-shadows fall,
The alpine hamlet keeps a thought of thee:
Where'er, beneath some oriental tree,
The Christian traveller rests-where'er the child
Looks upward from the English mother's knee,
With earnest eyes in wondering reverence mild,
There art thou known-where'er the Book of light
Bears hope and healing, there, beyond all blight,
Is borne thy memory, and all praise above:
Oh! say what deed so lifted thy sweet name,
Mary! to that pure silent place of fame?
One lowly offering of exceeding love.
XIII. THE WOMEN OF JERUSALEM AT THE CROSS.
LIKE those pale stars of tempest hours, whose gleam
Waves calm and constant on the rocking mast
Such by the cross doth your bright lingering seem,
Daughters of Zion! faithful to the last!
Ye, through the darkness o'er the wide earth cast
By the death-cloud within the Saviour's eye,
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