Saint Augustine! well hast thou said,
That of our vices we can frame
A ladder, if we will but tread
Beneath our feet each deed of shame!
All common things, each day’s events,
That with the hour begin and end,
Our pleasures and our discontents,
Are rounds by which we may ascend.
The low desire, the base design,...
“CARRY me across!”
The Syrian heard, rose up, and braced
His huge limbs to the accustomed toil:
“My child, see how the waters boil?
The night-black heavens look angry-faced;
But life is little loss.
“I ’ll carry thee with joy,
If needs be, safe as nestling dove:
For o’er this stream I pilgrims bring...
When words are weak and foes encountering strong,
Where mightier do assault than do defend,
The feebler part puts up enforced wrong,
And silent sees that speech could not amend.
Yet higher powers most think though they repine,—
When sun is set, the little stars will shine.
While pike doth range, the silly tench doth fly,
And crouch in...
O, It is hard to work for God,
To rise and take his part
Upon this battle-field of earth,
And not sometimes lose heart!
He hides himself so wondrously,
As though there were no God;
He is least seen when all the powers
Of ill are most abroad.
Or he deserts us at the hour
The fight is all but lost;
And...
From “Bitter Sweet”
THUS is it all over the earth!
That which we call the fairest,
And prize for its surpassing worth,
Is always rarest.
Iron is heaped in mountain piles,
And gluts the laggard forges;
But gold-flakes gleam in dim defiles
And lonely gorges.
The snowy marble flecks the land...
Stand up—erect! Thou hast the form
And likeness of thy God!—Who more?
A soul as dauntless ’mid the storm
Of daily life, a heart as warm
And pure, as breast e’er wore.
What then?—Thou art as true a man
As moves the human mass among;
As much a part of the great plan
That with creation’s dawn began,
As any of...
Is this a fast,—to keep
The larder lean,
And clean
From fat of veals and sheep?
Is it to quit the dish
Of flesh, yet still
To fill
The platter high with fish?
Is it to fast an hour,
Or ragg’d to go,
Or show
A downcast look, and sour?
No! ’t is a fast to dole...
Thou whose sweet youth and early hopes enhance
Thy rate and price, and mark thee for a treasure,
Hearken unto a Verser, who may chance
Rhyme thee to good, and make a bait of pleasure:
A verse may find him who a sermon flies
And turn delight into a sacrifice.* * * * *
When thou dost purpose aught (within thy...
Water Turned INTO WINE
THE CONSCIOUS water saw its God and blushed.
THE WIDOW’S MITES
Two mites, two drops, yet all her house and land,
Fall from a steady heart, though trembling hand:
The other’s wanton wealth foams high, and brave;
The other cast away, she only gave.
“TWO WENT UP TO THE TEMPLE TO PRAY”
Two went to pray? O,...
God of the thunder! from whose cloudy seat
The fiery winds of Desolation flow;
Father of vengeance, that with purple feet
Like a full wine-press tread’st the world below;
The embattled armies wait thy sign to slay,
Nor springs the beast of havoc on his prey,
Nor withering Famine walks his blasted way,
Till thou hast marked the...
