The Cambridge book of poetry and song . , Thou artmine heir,—That man extends lifes naturalbrevity:This is, this is the only wayTo outlive Nestor in a day. I [From Beaso7i.]REASON AN AID TO REVELATION. Though Reason cannot throughFaiths mysteries see,It sees that there and ^uch there be,Leads to heavens door, and thendoes humbly then through chinks and key-holes it, like Moses, by a sad com-mandMust not come into the Holy Land,Yet thither it infallibly does guide,And from afar tis all descried. [From Friendship in Absence.] DISTANCE NO BARRIER TO THESOUL. When chance or cr
The Cambridge book of poetry and song . , Thou artmine heir,—That man extends lifes naturalbrevity:This is, this is the only wayTo outlive Nestor in a day. I [From Beaso7i.]REASON AN AID TO REVELATION. Though Reason cannot throughFaiths mysteries see,It sees that there and ^uch there be,Leads to heavens door, and thendoes humbly then through chinks and key-holes it, like Moses, by a sad com-mandMust not come into the Holy Land,Yet thither it infallibly does guide,And from afar tis all descried. [From Friendship in Absence.] DISTANCE NO BARRIER TO THESOUL. When chance or cruel business parts us do our souls, I wonder, do ?Whilst sleep does our dull bodies tie,Methinks at home they should not stayContent with dreams,—but boldly flyAbroad, and meet each other half the way. Twere an ill world, Ill swear, for eveiy distance could their union end:But love itself does far advanceAbove the power of time and space,It scorns such outward circumstance,His times forever, everywhere his LIGHT SHINING OUT OFDAIIKNESS. God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform;He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfatliomable mines Of never-failing skill,He treasures up His bright designs, And works His sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall breakIn blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providenceHe hides a smiling face. His purposes will ripen fast. Unfolding every hoiu-;The bud may have a bitter taste. But sweet will be the flower. Blind unbelief is sure to scan His work in vain: God is His own He will make it plain. THE POPLAR FIELD. The poplars are felled; farewell to the shade,And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade!The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves,Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives. Twelve years have elap
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