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In all around we see
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H. M. P.
Nor stir of drum;
Thus we come.
Burn bright and clear;
Christ leads us here.
In these romantic regions man grows wild:
I'd travel with the wind,
Or hatred of their kind,
CALAMITY. They prevented me in the day of my calamity: but the Lord was my stay.-II. Samuel, xxii. 19.
Oh that my grief were thoroughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!--Job, vi. 2.
Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities be overpast.--Psalm lvii. 1.
He that is glad at calamities shall not be unpunished.--Proverbs, xvii. 5.
Prior. Friends counsel quick dismission of our grief; Mistaken kindness! Our hearts heal too soon Are they more kind than He who struck the blow? Who bids it do His errand in our hearts, And banish peace till nobler guests arrive, And bring it back, a true and endless peace? Calamities are friends.
Young. When great calamities afflict the soul,
Then, God of Mercy, then, we cry to Thee!
Thou art the help in our calamity.
And we may bask in sunshine once again,
CALMNESS. THEN said they unto him, What shall we do unto thee, that the sea may be calm unto us? for the sea wrought, and was tempestuous.
And he said unto them, Take me up, and cast me forth into the sea; so shall the sea be calm unto you: for I know that for my sake this great tempest is upon you.
So they took up Jonah, and cast him forth into the sea : and the sea ceased from her raging.--Jonah, i. 11, 12, 15.
As they sailed he fell asleep: and there came down a storm of wind on the lake; and they were filled with water, and were in jeopardy.
And they came to him, and awoke him, saying, Master, master, we perish! Then he arose, and rebuked the wind and the raging of the water: and they ceased, and there was a calm.--Luke, viii, 23, 24.
Be calm in arguing—for fierceness makes
In love I should, but anger is not love,
Nor wisdom neither: therefore gently move. Calmness is great advantage—he that lets Another chafe, may warm him at his fire, Mark all his wanderings, and enjoy his frets, As cunning fencers suffer heat to tire.
Truth dwells not in the clouds: the bow that's there Doth often aim at, never hit the sphere.—Herbert. There is a calm the poor in spirit know, That softens sorrow, and that sweetens woe; There is a peace that dwells within the breast, When all without is stormy and distrest; There is a light that gilds the darkest hour, When dangers thicken, and when tempests lower; That calm is faith, and hope and love is given; That peace remains when all beside is riven, That light shines down to man direct from heaven.
James Edmeston. The roaring tumult of the billowed sea Awakes him not: high on the crested surge, Now heaved, his locks flowed streaming to the blast: And now descending, 'tween the sheltering waves, The falling tresses veil the face divine: Meek through that veil, a momentary gleam, Benignant shines; he dreams that he beholds
The opening eyes,—that hopeless long had rolled
Earth has not anything to show more fair!
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty! This city now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields and to the sky,
In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill;
The river glideth at its own sweet will; Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still.
Like a frail bark upon an angry sea
Is man, o'erburdened with a weight of sin;
Seeks how he best may 'scape, and safety win:
Seek till ye find him, straight the quest begin! And cast him forth that ye may lightened be. Then with a prayer approach the throne of grace,
The Saviour's with thee, though he seems to sleep; Have ye but faith, and wait a little space,
He will arise, and say unto the deep"Be still!” The waves will sink, like your alarm, O'er troubled heart and soul will come a mighty calm.