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And her kindly flower displayed
Though the rudest hand assail her,
Patiently she droops awhile;
Wears again her willing smile.
If, the quiet brooklet leaving,
Up the stony vale I wind, Haply, half in fancy grieving
For the shades I leave behind, By the dusty wayside drear, Nightingales with joyous cheer Sing, my sadness to reprove, Gladlier than in cultured grove.
Where the thickest boughs are twining
Of the greenest, darkest tree,
All may hear, but none may see.
JOHN KEBLE. COMPOSED DURING A STORM.
ONE who was suffering tumult in his soul,
Yet failed to seek the sure relief of prayer, Went forth—his course surrendering to the care Of the fierce wind, while mid-day lightnings prowl Insidiously, untimely thunders growl ; While trees, dim-seen, in frenzied numbers, tear The lingering remnant of their yellow hair, And shivering wolves, surprised with darkness, howl As if the sun were not. He raised his eye, Soul-smitten; for, that instant, did appear Large space, 'mid dreadful clouds, of purest sky, An azure disc-shield of tranquillity; Invisible, unlooked-for, minister Of providential goodness ever nigh!
THE CONSTELLATION OF THE PLOUGH.
YPE of celestial labour, toil divine,
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 deviseYet none, methinks, so truly great as thine !
On, ever on! while He who guides thee flings
AUBREY DE VERE.
One lesson which in every wind is blown,
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.'
eyes and Christian hearts.
The works of God, above, below,
Within us and around,
How God Himself is found.
The glorious sky, embracing all,
Is like the Maker's love,
In peace and order move.
The Moon above, the Church below,
A wondrous race they run,
Each borrows of its Sun.
The Saviour lends the light and heat
That crowns his holy hill ;
Perform their courses still.
The saints above are stars in Heaven
What are the saints on earth ? Like trees they stand whom God has given,
Our Eden's happy birth.
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;
By richest fruits is known.
One Name above all glorious names
With its ten thousand tongues The everlasting sea proclaims,
Echoing angelic songs.