Church poetry : or, Christian thoughts in old and modern verse . flowWho erst while bade me laugh and be the wiser so. And laugh who will, repeats the Brook, That beneath the morning sun Cheerily by the road doth run ;And the gay Furze responds, with brightest look. Heed not his lay, Whoso doth sayThe blossomed furze, is aye, unprofitably gay. Nothing is unprofitable That bids thee hear sweet Natures voice, That bids the heart of man rejoice ;The very hardend road I tread is able, Purpled with hues From undried dews,Some of the cheerful soul of April to infuse. b3 O LESSONS FROM NATURE. Then a
Church poetry : or, Christian thoughts in old and modern verse . flowWho erst while bade me laugh and be the wiser so. And laugh who will, repeats the Brook, That beneath the morning sun Cheerily by the road doth run ;And the gay Furze responds, with brightest look. Heed not his lay, Whoso doth sayThe blossomed furze, is aye, unprofitably gay. Nothing is unprofitable That bids thee hear sweet Natures voice, That bids the heart of man rejoice ;The very hardend road I tread is able, Purpled with hues From undried dews,Some of the cheerful soul of April to infuse. b3 O LESSONS FROM NATURE. Then arouse thee, drooping heart! Shame upon thee ! if among All this burst of dance and song,Sullen and sad thou shunnst to bear thy part! See where has stirrd The minstrel bird!O do not let her hymn be first at Heavens gate heard. Man is the kingly priest of Nature, And it is high Heavens intent That he singly should presentThe sacrifice of praise for every creature. Why should the lark Thy loitering mark ?Gird thou thine ephod on, and sing before the ark. ?***. LESSONS FROM NATURE. COMMUNE WITH YOUR OWN HEART, AND IN YOUR CHAMBER,AND BE STILL. Rev. D. S. Way land. And is it even thus ? Are these the words Of Gods own Book ; and do they speak the mind Of Him, the High, the Wise, the Holy ? Then, What must we say of some, who, in their pride, Proclaim themselves His people, and look down With scornful pity upon humbler souls Who worship Him in secret ?—Foolish thought! Raise high the platform, spread the benches wide, And deep, and high, and let the crowded heads, Tier above tier, with outstretchd necks, and eyes Of eager expectation, bend their gaze, Steadfast, concentrated, on one whose tongue, In accents bland as Musics self can teach, Tells of the inward conflict, speaks aloud, To scoffers or to infidels, of thoughts Lodged in the hearts deep core, of thoughts which burn The soul that nurtures them, and have no voice But silence !—Hie thee to the mart, where trade Musters it
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