And her kindly flower displayed Though the rudest hand assail her, But, when showers and breezes hail her, If, the quiet brooklet leaving, Where the thickest boughs are twining So they live in modest ways, JOHN KEBLE. COMPOSED DURING A STORM. NE who was suffering tumult in his soul, While trees, dim-seen, in frenzied numbers, tear WORDSWORTH. THE CONSTELLATION OF THE PLOUGH. "YPE of celestial labour, toil divine, TYPE That nightly downward from the glistening skies Showerest thy light on these expectant eyes! Around thee, in their stations, ever shine Full many a radiant shape and emblemed sign; Swords, sceptres, crowns, bright tresses, galaxies Of all that soaring fancy can devise— Yet none, methinks, so truly great as thine! On, ever on! while He who guides thee flings AUBREY DE VERE. QUIET WORK. NE lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee, ONE One lesson which in every wind is blown, One lesson of two duties kept at one, Though the loud world proclaim their enmity— Of labour, that in lasting fruit outgrows Symbols THE BOOK OF NATURE. "The invisible things of Him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made.' HERE is a book, who runs may read, THERE Which heavenly truth imparts, And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and Christian hearts. The works of God, above, below, The glorious sky, embracing all, Wherewith encompassed, great and small The Moon above, the Church below, But all their radiance, all their glow, The Saviour lends the light and heat The saints, like stars, around his seat, The saints above are stars in Heaven- Like trees they stand whom God has given, Faith is their fixed unswerving root, Hope their unfading flower, Fair deeds of charity their fruit, The glory of their bower. The dew of heaven is like thy grace, It steals in silence down; But where it lights, the favoured place By richest fruits is known. One Name above all glorious names The everlasting sea proclaims, Echoing angelic songs. |