"A new commandment I give unto you, that ye love one another." St. John, xiii. 34.
MEN do indeed paint Human Justice blind,
Through bandaged sight; and truly. But the day Is coming, when the fillet snatched away Shall give her eyes with equitable mind On her own scales to gaze, and for mankind To poise them rightly. Then by clearer ray Will she her study-book-man's soul And Christ's great law upon her frontlet bind. Now, ignorant of Nature as of God, Not yet we learn that terrors ne'er deter, But harden and attract. That the brute rod Makes rebels, but not children. That all fear Instruction mars. That mortals to amend,
First we must show ourselves indeed their friend.
"Therefore will he be exalted, that he may have mercy upon you." Isaiah, xxx. 18.
WHY through the scheme of God doth vengeance
Because, alas, men know too well the word!
Because it like a trumpet's note is heard, Waking no doubtful echo in the soul! — Because we are, in truth, most apt to stroll In doubtful ways:- and to the common herd
The scourge is needful! — Nor, indeed, were stirred Longings within us for a heavenly goal,
Without opposing shades of pain and fear. Yet in the Bible are there sayings dear, Where God's great love, as if to make a path Direct unto our apprehensions dull, Dropping the garment of a dusky wrath, Stands forth in naked mercy beautiful.
"O, speak good of the Lord, all ye works of his, in all places of his dominions."
ANSWER, with all thy pulses, throb and speak, Thou tender, palpitating heart of God!
Through earth, through air, and caves of ocean broad, All thronged with myriad beings, strong or weak In terror, or deep love! Flush on the cheek Of morn, breathe sweet from evening's dewy sod! Tremble in music, 'mid the choral ode
That from the soft vale to the mountain peak Whispers or thunders! Art Thou cold, or dead, Or vengeful? - Hush! A holy silence reigns: That our own heart, stilling our throbbing veins, And only with its own assurance fed,
May be itself Thy answer and abode, O tender, palpitating heart of God!
"In my Father's house are many mansions." St. John, xiv. 2.
YE orbs that tremble through infinity,
And are ye, then, linked only with our eyes, Dissevered from our thoughts, our smiles, our sighs, - Our hopes and dreams of being, yet to be? Oh, if all nature be a harmony
(As sure it is), why in those solemn skies Should ye our vision mock, like glittering lies To man all unrelated? Must I see Your glories only as a tinselled waste? If so, I half despise your spectacle! But, if I deem that ye form æras vast, And do, by mighty revolution, tell Time to intelligent existences;
Awe-struck, I do assist at your solemnities!
"All things serve thee." Psalm cxix. 91.
THEE all things serve. Then even the spirits bad Which, felt or feigned, are round us. They too serve Thy high behests, and work on brain or nerve,
Only as Thou decreest. Tidings how glad To those whom unseen influences make mad With ignorance! Whom images of fear, And terrors whispered into childhood's ear, Distract with gloom that Nature ne'er had had Unspoiled by man. Oh, blest it is to hear
That there is purpose in our every pain ; That we are not a sport and mockery, Whereon an evil host their skill may try For base experiment; but children dear Of a wise God, whose very frowns are gain.
"Who is he that condemneth? It is Christ that died." Romans, viii. 24.
PERCHANCE I whisper to my happy soul,
Thought of past sin should burthens on thee lay, And send thee weeping on a dreary way,
And self-abased.". But then, beyond control Of such mistrust, new pleasures still unroll Their calm sweet glories to the visual ray Of inward faith; and heavenly voices say Unto my spirit," Joy is the great pole Of thy existence. Not as mortals do
The Saviour doth: He raiseth from the ground The crushed one, and restores from every wound' The self-respect of man. No friend untrue
Is He, with past offence to make thee sad. Smiles He? Thou canst not choose but to be glad."
"The poor shall never cease out of the land." Deuteronomy, xv. 11.
HAD all a joy within, what outward ill Could touch? This, this alone, the cure
Of all the pangs that mortals must endure;
Not in the dreams of bliss impossible To our condition. 'Tis the evil Will That forms an inward hideous portraiture
Of God. And while our darkened breasts immure This falsehood, all the riches, that could fill The world with blessings equal as the day, Were vain to clear one discontented brow, Or dignify one sorrow. Thy very cloak
'tis well! - but think not thou
Aught less than Christ acknowledged can absorb
The wants, the tears, of this distracted orb.
"God gave Solomon largeness of heart." 1 Kings, iv. 29.
LARGENESS of heart! Inestimable gift! Sure all that trust in Christ - Creation's Morn -
Must unto thee expand and be reborn,
However stinted by their nature's thrift.
For God's great Spirit doth exalt, and lift The soul out of itself; far from forlorn
And personal narrowness, and all weak scorn
Of any who along life's current drift.
Thus much is sure. - He, who conceived the thought,
For angels-men — ay, even worms
That all Creation might be raised and brought
Out of its own inherent frailty,
Dwells not in bosoms that would Heaven repress
Unto their own exclusive narrowness.
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