"Though envied place I may not claim To Him, who tends me from the sky, "And though in hermit solitude, Aloft and wild, my home I choose, Sustains, and clothes, and shelters me. "Nor deem my state without its bliss : And drink the dew, and scent the breeze, Bloom on, sweet moralist! Be thine The softest shower, the brightest sun! Long o'er a world of error shine, And teach them what to seek and shun! Bloom on, and show the simple glee Show them, in thine, the Christian's lot, And yet he would exchange it not For all they most pursue and prize. Frail, like thyself, fair flower, is he, And braves the tempest's wildest power. And, pleased with what his lot has given, F. S. SWIM through the waves of Time, and ne'er despair, But lift thy head, and breathe eternal air. Whatsoever your sickness is, know you certainly, that it is God's visitation. SIXTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. W EPHESIANS III. 13. 7. Keble. ́ISH not, dear friends, my pain away— Wish me a wise and thankful heart, With God, in all my griefs to stay, Nor from His loved correction start. The dearest offering He can crave The only Son of His dear love? But we, like vexed unquiet sprights, In Life's long sickness evermore Were it not better to lie still, Let Him strike home and bless the rod, Never so safe as when our will Yields undiscerned by all but God? Thy precious things, whate'er they be How thou mayest turn them all to gain. Lovest thou praise? the Cross is shame: We of that altar would partake, But cannot quit the cost—no throne Is ours, to leave for Thy dear sake— We cannot do as Thou hast done. We cannot part with Heaven for Thee— So wanderers ever fond and true Look homeward through the evening sky, Without a streak of Heaven's soft blue To aid Affection's dreaming eye. The wanderer seeks his native bower, That your faith may be found in the day of the Lord laudable, glorious, and honourable, to the increase of glory and endless felicity. J ERUSALEM! that place divine, Drummond. The vision of sweet peace is named, She, decked in new attire, from Heaven To Christ, on whom her joy depends. The gates, adorned with pearls most bright, |