XLVI. MESSENA. WHY, wedded to the Lord, still yearns my heart XLVII. TAUROMINIUM. And Jacob went on his way, and the Angels of God met him. Say, hast thou tracked a traveller's round Nor visions met thee there, Thou couldst but marvel to have found And feel an awe within thee rise, That sinful man should see Glories far worthier Seraph's eyes Than to be shared by thee? Store them in heart! thou shalt not faint As the third heaven once nerved a Saint S. G XLVIII. CORCYRA. I SAT beneath an olive's branches grey For civil strife a thousand states to drown. Each in his self-formed sphere of light or gloom? As though I corpses saw, and walked the tomb. SAINTS DEPARTED. XLIX. "Wherefore I abhor myself and repent in dust and ashes. Job xlii. 6. And dare I say, "Welcome to me The pang that proves thee near?" O words, too oft on bended knee Breath'd to th' Unerring Ear. While the cold spirit silently Nay, try once more-thine eyelids close When the warm light gleams thro' and shows Unmurmuring then thy heart's repose But when the self-abhorring thrill The seal of thy calm trust. L. BURIAL OF THE DEAD. 7. I THOUGHT to meet no more, so dreary seem'd Beyond where I could soar ; Friend of this worthless heart! but happier thoughts Spring like unbidden violets from the sod, Where patiently thou tak'st Thy sweet and sure repose. |