But God alone can be a home; And his sweet Vision lies Somewhere in that soft gloom concealed, Beyond the starry skies. So, as if waiting for a voice, Nightly I gaze and sigh, While the stars look at me silently Out of their silent sky. -How have I erred! God is my home, And God Himself is here; Why have I looked so far for Him Who is nowhere but near? Down in earth's duskiest vales, where'er My pilgrimage may be, Thou, Lord! wilt be a ready home I spake but God was nowhere seen; Ah no! my own unsimple love How often things already won How often makes me look outside For that which is within! Our souls go too much out of self "Tis rather God who seeks for us, Yet surely through my tears I saw How came He without sight or sound God was not gone: but He so longed He too was seeking for a home, Twice had I erred: a distant God Was what I could not bear ; Sorrows and cares were at my side; I longed to have Him there. But God is never so far off The home He holds most dear. To think of Him as by our side As to remove his throne beyond So all the while I thought myself FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER. THE NIGHT. EAR night! this world's defeat; DEAR The stop to busy fools; care's check and The day of spirits; my soul's calm retreat Christ's progress and his prayer-time; The hours to which high Heaven doth chime. God's silent, searching flight; When my Lord's head is filled with dew, and all His knocking time; the soul's dumb watch, Were all my loud, evil days Calm and unhaunted as is thy dark tent, Then I in Heaven all the long year Would keep, and never wander here. But living where the sun Doth all things wake, and where all mix and tire Themselves and others, I consent and run To every mire; And by this world's ill guiding light There is in God, some say, Oh for that night, where I in Him HENRY VAUGHAN. LONGING. MY heart is full of inarticulate pain, And beats laborious. Cold ungenial looks Invade my sanctuary. Men of gain, Wise in success, well-read in feeble books, No nigher come, I pray: your air is drear; 'Tis winter and low skies when ye appear! Beloved, who love beauty and fair truth! Come nearer me; too near ye cannot come : Make me an atmosphere with your sweet youth; Give me your souls to breathe in, a large room Speak not a word, for see, my spirit lies Helpless and dumb; shine on me with your eyes. O all wide places, far from feverous towns! Great shining seas! pine forests! mountains wild ! Rock-bosomed shores! rough heaths! and sheep-cropt downs! Vast pallid clouds! blue spaces undefiled! Room! give me room! give loneliness and air! White dove of David, flying overhead, Golden with sunlight on thy snowy wings, Outspeeding thee my longing thoughts are fled To find a home afar from men and things; Where in his temple, earth o'erarched with sky, God's heart to mine may speak, my heart reply. O God of mountains, stars, and boundless spaces! Heart, heart, awake! the love that loveth all God in thee, can his children's folly gall? Thou art my solitude, my mountain-calm. GEORGE MACDONALD. |