THE GLADSOME HOUR. We will remember the name of the Lord.-Psalm ii. 7. To tread the velvet turf, whilst yet the dew To gaze upon the sky's deep arch of blue, O'er thy calm brow to feel the light breeze play, But if thy lifted mind may not descry Aught save the charm of colour, form, or sound, In the glad glory of the azure sky, In the fair scenes of nature smiling round; If in thy soul there moves no thought profound, That stirs thee to devotion, and to praise The blessed God of heaven, who doth abound Thus plenteously in goodness, thou dost raise In vain thine eyes to heaven, in vain on earth they gaze. In strong security and peace to dwell With friends and kindred lov'd and loving near; To muse in contemplation's hermit cell, Unbroken thy sweet dreams by toil or care; Except for other's woe to shed no tear, Tranquillity companion of thy way, The music of thy thoughts serene and clear; If such a lot adorn thy earthly day, Well may thy grateful heart its cheerful joy dis play. But, if such blessed lot in life be thine, Or if such memory fails to raise the glow Within thy soul of piety and love; If thou dost meditate on things below, Not raise thy secret hopes this world above, Vain mortal! thou hast fail'd man's noblest bliss to prove. THE DARKSOME HOUR. Why art thou cast down, O my soul! and why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise Him who is the health of my countenance and my God.-Psalm xlii. 11. And why disquieted within? And heavy bondage chain of sin? The curst inheritance of thy sad birth, Behold the glorious sky, All fresh and radiant in the glow Of evening's majesty! What doth its beauty shew? Shews it not forth the mighty power and love Of thy blest Parent who doth reign above? Hark! to the lively voice Of playful innocence and youth; Its very tones rejoice The heart that earthly hope no more may soothe : What do these mirthful-sounding accents prove? What, but the great Creator's tender love? See! the gay insects dance All glad with life and liberty; Now the bright shoals advance And now retreat in light and sportive glee : Do not their joy-betokening movements shew, How wide the streams of heavenly mercy flow? E'en the dark weeping blood That weighs upon thy aching heart, Proves thy Creator good, Who teacheth thee by chastisement to part From thy besetting sin, and seek his face, Lament thy error, and beseech His grace. Then why, with dark distrust, And heaviness my soul opprest? HE, who is good and just, Hath bade thee hope in HIM, and on HIM rest: Be patient and be still, thy moaning cease, When His good pleasure wills, thou shalt have peace. HAGAR IN THE WILDERNESS. And she said, Let me not see the death of the child and she sate over against him, and wept.-Gen. xxi. 16. SHE might not endure to see him die |