. Poetical works of James Montgomery . u art—it must be—Thou art good ; And I would be the creature of thy goodness: Oh ! hear and answer:—let me know Thou hearest! —Know that as surely as thou art, so surely My prayer and supplication are accepted. He waited silently ; there came no answer :The roaring of the tide beneath, the galeRustling the forest-leaves, the notes of hum of insects,—these were all the met familiarly around his lookd abroad ; there shone no light from heavenBut that of sunset; and no shapes appeardBut glistering clouds, which melted through the
. Poetical works of James Montgomery . u art—it must be—Thou art good ; And I would be the creature of thy goodness: Oh ! hear and answer:—let me know Thou hearest! —Know that as surely as thou art, so surely My prayer and supplication are accepted. He waited silently ; there came no answer :The roaring of the tide beneath, the galeRustling the forest-leaves, the notes of hum of insects,—these were all the met familiarly around his lookd abroad ; there shone no light from heavenBut that of sunset; and no shapes appeardBut glistering clouds, which melted through the skyAs imperceptibly as they had cojTie ;While all terrestrial objects seemd the sameAs he had ever known them;—still he lookdAnd listend, till a cold sick feeling sunkInto his heart, and blighted every hope. Anon faint accents, from the sloping lawnBeneath the crag where he was kneeling, rose,Like supernatural echoes of his prayer:—A Name above all names—I call upon.— BOSTON UNIVERSrrV COLLEGE OF LIBERAL ARTS UBRARI. S^4a^/^rim /lis cA^eA::Af e4Wwason AisA^i^^^ //is /i£^ A^i^ft/-^ f.^vr /its TAt /it/z^o-vz /s/and. THE PELICAN ISLAND. 341 Thou art—Thou knowest that I am :—Reveal Thyself to me ;—but, oh ! that I may love Thee ! For if Thou art, Thou must be good :—Oh ! hear, And let me knoAV thou hearest!—Memory faild The child ; for twas his grandchild, though Le knew not, —In the deep transport of his mind he knew not That voice,- to him the sweetest of ten thousand, And known the best because the best beloved. Again it cried :— Thou art—Thou must be good : —Oh! hear,And let me know thou hearest.—Memory faildThe child, but feeling faild not; tears of lightSlid down his cheek; he too was on his knees,Clasping his little hands upon his heart,Unconscious why, yet doing what he sawHis grandsire do, and saying what he while he gatherd buds and flowers, to twineA garland for the old gray hairs, whose locksWere loveUe
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