Till the day dawn, And the Day-star arise,— Thou tempest-calming dove, Brighter than day's bright noon, O let thy joyous ray Turn all my night to day. When thou art absent, even my joy is sad, When thou art with me, even my grief is glad ; Let not thy silence now sorrow to sorrow add. Till the day dawn, And the Day-star arise,- Thy cross on earth, nor fear Reproach and poverty, For him who died for thee. With girded loins press on, Hold fast thy plighted word. Doff not thy weeds of widowhood, nor fear DAY-SPRING. THE loving morn is springing And earth seems now arising See daylight far above us, Ere it showers itself in splendour F 'Tis sparkling on the mountain-peak, "Tis mingling with the river's smile, 'Tis blushing o'er the meadow's gold, 'Tis alighting on the flower, Unfolding every gentle bud To the gladness of the hour. 'Tis gilding the old ruin's moss, 'Tis gleaming from the spire; And thro' the crumbling window-shafts It shoots its living fire. 'Tis quivering in the village-smoke, That curls the low roof o'er ; It beats against the castle gate, And at the cottage door. O'er the church-yard it is resting,— On stone, and grass, and mould ; Giving voice to each grey tombstone, As to Memnon's harp of old. O the gay burst of beauty Yet look we for a sunrise When a far fairer morning And a far fresher sunlight Look down from bluer skies. Is not creation weary? Has sin not reigned too long? Hear, Lord, thy Church's pleading, Come, end her day of wrong! DUST TO DUST. DUST receive thy kindred! Earth take now thine own! To thee this trust is rendered; Guard the precious treasure, Ever-faithful tomb! Keep it all unrifled, Till the Master come. Time's tide of change and uproar Breaks above thy head; Feet of restless millions O'er thy chambers tread. Earthquakes, whirlwinds, tempests Tear the quivering ground; Voices, trumpets, thunders Fill the air around. |