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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Heart Utterances at Various Periods of a Chequered Life. + +Author: Eliza Paul Kirkbride Gurney + +Release Date: May 25, 2008 [EBook #25599] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HEART UTTERANCES *** + + + + +Produced by Bethanne M. Simms, Barbara Tozier and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + +<div id="the_beginning"> </div> +<div id="title_page" class="section"> <a class="pagenum disguise" id="pageii" title="ii"> </a> + + <h1><span class="main_title">Heart Utterances</span><br /> + <span class="stopword">AT</span><br /> + VARIOUS PERIODS<br /> + <span class="stopword">OF</span><br /> + A CHEQUERED LIFE.</h1> + + <p>NOT PUBLISHED.</p> + + <!-- <a class="pagenum" id="pageiii" title="iii"> </a>[Blank Page] --> +</div> +<div id="preface" class="section"> <a class="pagenum disguise" id="pageiv" title="iv"> </a> + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">In</span> this book I have scribbled some innocent rhymes,</p> + <p>In various moods, and at different times;</p> + <p>Some grave and some cheerful, some merry, some sad,</p> + <p>Though none may be <em>good</em>, there are none <em>very bad</em>.</p> + </div> + </div> + <!-- <a class="pagenum" id="pagev" title="v"> </a>[Blank Page] --> +</div> +<div id="contents" class="section"> <a class="pagenum cheater disguise" id="pagevii" title="vii"> </a> + + <h2 class="section_title">Contents.</h2> + + <p class="page_column">PAGE</p> + + <ol> + <li><a href="#item_01">Kindness,</a> <a href="#page9" class="toc_page">9</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_02">Written at the Delaware Water Gap,</a> <a href="#page10" class="toc_page">10</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_03">Written in an Album,</a> <a href="#page11" class="toc_page">11</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_04">On Reading “Gibbon’s Rome,”</a> <a href="#page12" class="toc_page">12</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_05">Written in a Friend’s Album,</a> <a href="#page14" class="toc_page">14</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_06">Written after a Visit to the Institution for the Deaf and Dumb,</a> <a href="#page15" class="toc_page">15</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_07">Oh! Time, as it Fleets, Dooms a Joy To Decay,</a> <a href="#page16" class="toc_page">16</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_08">On Leaving Pine Cottage,</a> <a href="#page17" class="toc_page">17</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_09">The Morn and Eve of Life,</a> <a href="#page19" class="toc_page">19</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_10">The Evening Star,</a> <a href="#page21" class="toc_page">21</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_11">Recognition in Heaven,</a> <a href="#page22" class="toc_page">22</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_12">Written in L. J.’s Album,</a> <a href="#page23" class="toc_page">23</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_13">The Alpine Horn,</a> <a href="#page25" class="toc_page">25</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_14">The Gathering Round the Oak Tree,</a> <a href="#page27" class="toc_page">27</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_15">J. H. on the Death of his Wife,</a> <a href="#page29" class="toc_page">29</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_16">Thou Great First Cause,</a> <a href="#page31" class="toc_page">31</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_17">In a Season of Bereavement,</a> <a href="#page33" class="toc_page">33</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_18">On a Packet of Letters,</a> <a href="#page36" class="toc_page">36</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_19">Reply of the Messenger Bird,</a> <a href="#page38" class="toc_page">38</a></li> + <li><a class="pagenum cheater" id="pageviii" title="viii"> </a><a href="#item_20">Heaven and Earth,</a> <a href="#page40" class="toc_page">40</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_21">Hush, Hush! my Thoughts are Resting,</a> <a href="#page42" class="toc_page">42</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_22">Consolation in Bereavement,</a> <a href="#page45" class="toc_page">45</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_23">Suggested by the Conversation of a Brother and Sister,</a> <a href="#page46" class="toc_page">46</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_24">On the Death of my Uncle, Joseph Paul,</a> <a href="#page48" class="toc_page">48</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_25">Spring,</a> <a href="#page49" class="toc_page">49</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_26">Oh, for a Home of Rest!</a> <a href="#page50" class="toc_page">50</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_27">Life’s Stages,</a> <a href="#page51" class="toc_page">51</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_28">The Shepherd of Israel,</a> <a href="#page56" class="toc_page">56</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_29">Woodburn,</a> <a href="#page58" class="toc_page">58</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_30">J. & H. C. Backhouse,</a> <a href="#page60" class="toc_page">60</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_31">The Plagues of Egypt,</a> <a href="#page64" class="toc_page">64</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_32">The Last Look is Taken,</a> <a href="#page69" class="toc_page">69</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_33">To a Friend,</a> <a href="#page71" class="toc_page">71</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_34">Farewell,</a> <a href="#page73" class="toc_page">73</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_35">The Last Day,</a> <a href="#page75" class="toc_page">75</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_36">The Reunion,</a> <a href="#page79" class="toc_page">79</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_37">On the Death of Elizabeth Fry and Sir T. F. Buxton,</a> <a href="#page80" class="toc_page">80</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_38">Ephesians 4:32,</a> <a href="#page82" class="toc_page">82</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_39">At a Time of Deep Proving,</a> <a href="#page85" class="toc_page">85</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_40">As an Eagle Stirreth up her Nest,</a> <a href="#page86" class="toc_page">86</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_41">William Forster,</a> <a href="#page88" class="toc_page">88</a></li> + <li><a href="#item_42">All Alone,</a> <a href="#page92" class="toc_page">92</a></li> + </ol> + + +</div> +<div id="item_01" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page9" title="9"> </a> + + <p class="interior_book_title">Heart Utterances.</p> + + <p class="superhead">FIRST ATTEMPT AT RHYME.</p> + + <h2>KINDNESS.</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">Kindness</span> soothes the bitter anguish,</p> + <p class="i2">Kindness wipes the falling tear,</p> + <p>Kindness cheers us when we languish,</p> + <p class="i2">Kindness makes a friend more dear.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Kindness turns a pain to pleasure,</p> + <p class="i2">Kindness softens every woe,</p> + <p>Kindness is the greatest treasure,</p> + <p class="i2">That frail man enjoys below.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Then how can I, so frail a being,</p> + <p class="i2">Hope thy kindness to repay,</p> + <p>My great weakness plainly seeing,</p> + <p class="i2">Seeing plainer every day.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Oh, I never can repay thee!</p> + <p class="i2">That I but too plainly see;</p> + <p>But I trust thou wilt forgive me,</p> + <p class="i2">For the love I bear to thee.</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">1811. <span class="author">E. P. K.</span></p> + +</div> +<div id="item_02" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page10" title="10"> </a> + + <h2>WRITTEN AT THE DELAWARE WATER GAP.</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">Great</span> and omnipotent that Power must be,</p> + <p class="i2">That wings the whirlwind and directs the storm,</p> + <p>That, by a strong convulsion, severed thee,</p> + <p class="i2">And wrought this wondrous chasm in thy form.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Man is a dweller, where, in some past day,</p> + <p class="i2">Thy rock-ribbed frame majestically rose;</p> + <p>The river rushes on its new-made way,</p> + <p class="i2">And all is life where all was once repose.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Pleased, as I gazed upon thy lofty brow</p> + <p class="i2">Where Nature seems her loveliest robes to wear,</p> + <p>I felt that Pride at such a scene must bow,</p> + <p class="i2">And own its insignificancy there.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Oh Thou, to whom directing worlds is play,</p> + <p class="i2">Thy condescension without bounds must be,</p> + <p>If man, the frail ephemera of a day,</p> + <p class="i2">Be graciously regarded still by Thee.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Here, as I ponder on Thy mighty deeds,</p> + <p class="i2">And marvel at Thy bounteousness to me,</p> + <p>While wrapt in solemn awe, my bosom bleeds,</p> + <p class="i2">Lest recklessly I may have wounded Thee,—</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Wounded that Being who is fain to call</p> + <p class="i2">The heavy-laden and the wearied home;</p> + <p>The dear Redeemer! He who died that all</p> + <p class="i2">Might to his glorious in-gathering come.</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">1818. <span class="author">E. P. K.</span></p> + +</div> +<div id="item_03" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page11" title="11"> </a> + + <h2>WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM.</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">Judge</span> we of coming, by the by-past, years,</p> + <p>And still can Hope, the siren, soothe our fears?</p> + <p>Cheated, deceived, our cherished day-dreams o’er,</p> + <p>We cling the closer, and we trust the more.</p> + <p>Oh, who can say there’s bliss in the review</p> + <p>Of hours, when Hope with fairy fingers drew</p> + <p>A magic sketch of “rapture yet to be,”</p> + <p>A rainbow horizon, a life of glee!</p> + <p>The world all bright before us—vivid scene</p> + <p>Of cloudless sunshine and of fadeless green;</p> + <p>A treacherous picture of our coming years,</p> + <p>Bright in prospective—welcomed but with tears.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>How false the view, a backward glance will tell!</p> + <p>A tale of visions wrecked, of broken spell,</p> + <p>Of valued hearts estranged or careless grown,</p> + <p>Affection’s links dissevered or unknown;</p> + <p>Of joys, deemed fadeless, gone to swift decay,</p> + <p>And love’s broad circle dwindled half away;</p> + <p>Of early graves of friends who, one by one,</p> + <p>Leave us at last to journey on alone.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Turn to the home of childhood—hallowed spot,</p> + <p>Through life’s vicissitudes still unforgot;</p> + <p>The sacred hearth deserted now is found,</p> + <p>Or unloved stranger-forms are circling round.</p> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page12" title="12"> </a>In the dear hall, whose sounds were all our own,</p> + <p>Are other voices, other accents known;</p> + <p>And where our early friends? A starting tear</p> + <p>And the rude headstone promptly answer, “Here.”</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Thus will compare Hope’s sketch of bliss to be</p> + <p>With the undreamed of, sad reality;</p> + <p>Yet this and more the afflicted heart may bear,</p> + <p>If Faith, celestial visitant, be there,</p> + <p>Whispering of greener shores, of purer skies,</p> + <p>Of flowers unfading, love that never dies,</p> + <p>A glimpse of joy to come in mercy given,</p> + <p>The eternal sunshine of approving Heaven.</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p class="dateline">1818. <span class="author">E. P. K.</span></p> + +</div> +<div id="item_04" class="item"> <!-- Transcriber's note: this is the only one that doesn't start on its own page --> + <h2>ON READING “GIBBON’S ROME.”</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">And</span> this man was “an infidel!” Ah, no!</p> + <p>The tale’s incredible—it was not so.</p> + <p>The untutored savage through the world may plod,</p> + <p>Reckless of Heaven and ignorant of his God;</p> + <p>But that a mind that’s culled improvement’s flowers</p> + <p>From all her brightest amaranthine bowers,</p> + <p>A mind whose keen and comprehensive glance</p> + <p>Comprised at once a world—should worship chance,</p> + <p>Is strangely inconsistent—seems to me</p> + <p>The very essence of absurdity;</p> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page13" title="13"> </a>Who, from the exhaustless granary of Heaven,</p> + <p>Receives the blessings so profusely given,</p> + <p>Looks with a curious eye on Nature’s face,</p> + <p>Forever beaming with a new-born grace,</p> + <p>And dares with impious voice aloud proclaim</p> + <p>He knows no Heaven but this—no God but Fame.</p> + <p>Lord, in refusing to acknowledge Thee,</p> + <p>Vain man denies his own reality;</p> + <p>But tho’ the boon of <em>life</em> he may receive</p> + <p>From God, and still affect to disbelieve,</p> + <p>What are his views at <em>death’s</em> resounding knell?</p> + <p>Just Heaven! Sure, man ne’er <em>died</em> an infidel.</p> + <p>Stretched on the agonizing couch of pain,</p> + <p>All human aid inefficacious, vain,</p> + <p>Where shall his tortured spirit rest? Ah, where?</p> + <p>The past, all gloom! the future, all despair!</p> + <p>’Tis then, O Lord, the skeptic turns to Thee,</p> + <p>Then the proud scoffer humbly bends the knee;</p> + <p>Feels in this darksome hour there’s much to do—</p> + <p>Earth fading fast, Heaven’s portals far from view.</p> + <p>Oh, what a hopeless wretch this man must be!</p> + <p>His very soul weeps tears of agony.</p> + <p>Dying he owns there <em>is</em> a God above,</p> + <p>A God of Justice, tho’ a Prince of Love.</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">1820. <span class="author">E. P. K.</span></p> +</div> +<div id="item_05" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page14" title="14"> </a> + + <h2>WRITTEN IN A FRIEND’S ALBUM.</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">Trust</span> not Hope’s illusive ray,</p> + <p class="i2">Trust not Joy’s deceitful smiles;</p> + <p>Oft they reckless youth betray</p> + <p class="i2">With their bland, seductive wiles.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>I have proved them all, alas!</p> + <p class="i2">Transient as the hues of eve;</p> + <p>Meteor-like, they quickly pass</p> + <p class="i2">Through the bosoms they deceive.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Let not Love thy prospects gild;</p> + <p class="i2">Soon they will be clouded o’er,</p> + <p>And the budding heart once chilled,</p> + <p class="i2">It can brightly bloom no more.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Slumber not in Pleasure’s beam;</p> + <p class="i2">It may sparkle for a while,</p> + <p>But ’tis transient as a dream,</p> + <p class="i2">Faithless as a foeman’s smile.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>There’s a light that’s brighter far,</p> + <p class="i2">Soothes the soul by anguish riven,</p> + <p>’Tis Religion’s guiding star</p> + <p class="i2">Glittering on the verge of Heaven.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Oh! this beam divine is worth</p> + <p class="i2">All the charm that life can give;</p> + <p>’Tis not false as things of earth,</p> + <p class="i2">Trust it then, ’twill ne’er deceive.</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">1821. <span class="author">E. P. K.</span></p> + +</div> +<div id="item_06" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page15" title="15"> </a> + + <h2>WRITTEN AFTER A VISIT TO THE INSTITUTION + FOR THE DEAF AND DUMB.</h2> + + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">I thought</span> those youthful hearts were bleak and bare,</p> + <p>That not a germ had ever flourished there,</p> + <p>Unless perchance the night-shade of despair,</p> + <p class="i2">Which blooms amid the sunless wilderness.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>But I was told that flowers of fairest kind</p> + <p>Graced what I deemed a desert of the mind,</p> + <p>That for these hapless beings man had twined</p> + <p class="i2">A fadeless wreath to make their sorrows less.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>And then I feared, like sunbeams of the morn</p> + <p>Which spoil the frost-work they awhile adorn,</p> + <p>That rays of light might render more forlorn</p> + <p class="i2">The expanding bosoms they were meant to cheer.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>I feared those glittering beams would vainly show</p> + <p>That the best charms of life they ne’er could know,</p> + <p>“The feast of reason and the soul’s calm flow,”</p> + <p class="i2">The witchery of sound, the bliss to hear.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>But when I saw those eyes mirthful and bright,</p> + <p>And beaming soft with intellectual light,</p> + <p>My groundless fears that moment winged their flight,</p> + <p class="i2">I felt that joy would on their path attend.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>May Heaven this favored Institution bless,</p> + <p>Man’s “high endeavor” crown with “glad success,”</p> + <p>And on each patron’s noble brow impress</p> + <p class="i2">The glorious title of “The dumb man’s friend.”</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">1822 <span class="author">E. P. K.</span></p> + +</div> +<div id="item_07" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page16" title="16"> </a> + + <h2>TIME.</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">Oh!</span> Time, as it fleets, dooms a joy to decay,</p> + <p>From the chaplet of hope steals a blossom away,</p> + <p>Throws a cloud o’er the lustre of life’s fairy scene,</p> + <p>And leaves but a thorn where the rosebud had been.</p> + <p>It sullies a link in affection’s young chain,</p> + <p>That, once slightly tarnished, ne’er sparkles again,</p> + <p>Spoils the sheaves that the heart in its summer would bind,</p> + <p>To guard ’gainst a bleak, leafless autumn of mind.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>But a region there is where the buds never die,</p> + <p>Where the sun meets no cloud in his path through the sky,</p> + <p>Where the rose-wreath of joy is immortal in bloom,</p> + <p>And pours on the gale a celestial perfume;</p> + <p>Where ethereal melodies steal through the soul,</p> + <p>And the full tide of rapture is free from control.</p> + <p>Oh, we’ve nothing to do in a bleak world like this,</p> + <p>But to toil for a home in that haven of bliss.</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">1822. <span class="author">E. P. K.</span></p> + + + <div class="poem"> + <p class="additions">(Added in 11th mo., 1861.)</p> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>“Nay, toil not,” saith Jesus, “but come unto Me;”</p> + <p>There’s rest for the weary, rest even for thee—</p> + <p>I have toiled, and have suffered, and died for thy sin;</p> + <p>Then only believe, and the crown thou shalt win,</p> + <p>The crown of Eternal Life, fadeless and bright,</p> + <p>Prepared for all nations who walk in the light.</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline author">E. P. G.</p> + + +</div> +<div id="item_08" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page17" title="17"> </a> + + <h2>ON LEAVING PINE COTTAGE.</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">When</span> our bosoms were lightest,</p> + <p>And day-dreams were brightest,</p> + <p class="i2">The gay vision melted away;</p> + <p>By sorrow ’twas shaded,</p> + <p>Too quickly it faded;</p> + <p class="i2">How transient its halcyon sway!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>From my heart would you sever,</p> + <p>(Harsh fate!) and forever,</p> + <p class="i2">The friends who to life gave a charm,</p> + <p>What oblivion effaces</p> + <p>Fond mem’ry retraces,</p> + <p class="i2">And pictures each well-beloved form.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Some accent well known,</p> + <p>Some melodious tone,</p> + <p class="i2">Through my bosom like witchery shed,</p> + <p>Shall awake the sad sigh,</p> + <p>To the hours gone by,</p> + <p class="i2">And the friends, like a fairy dream, fled.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Long remembrance shall treasure</p> + <p>Those moments of pleasure,</p> + <p class="i2">When time flew unheeded away;</p> + <p>Joy’s light skiff was near us,</p> + <p>Hope ventured to steer us,</p> + <p class="i2">And brighten our path with her ray.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page18" title="18"> </a>We sailed down the stream</p> + <p>’Neath her luminous beam,</p> + <p class="i2">Our spirits were closely entwined;</p> + <p>What are joys of the bowl</p> + <p>To this calm flow of soul,</p> + <p class="i2">This heavenly mingling of mind?</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Pure Friendship was there</p> + <p>With celestial air,</p> + <p class="i2">Her cestus around us she threw;</p> + <p>“Be united,” she cried,</p> + <p>“Ne’er may discord divide</p> + <p class="i2">A union so blissful and true.”</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>But those hours are past,</p> + <p>They were too bright to last;</p> + <p class="i2">Joyous moments but seldom are given,</p> + <p>That man may be taught,</p> + <p>Worldly pleasures are naught,—</p> + <p class="i2">True happiness dwells but in Heaven.</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">1822. <span class="author">E. P. K.</span></p> + +</div> +<div id="item_09" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page19" title="19"> </a> + + <h2>THE MORN AND EVE OF LIFE.</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">So</span> soft Time’s plumage in life’s budding spring,</p> + <p>We rarely note the flutter of his wing.</p> + <p>The untutored heart, from pain and sadness free,</p> + <p>Beats high with hope and joy and ecstasy;</p> + <p>And the fond bosoms of confiding youth</p> + <p>Believe their fairy world a world of truth.</p> + <p>The thorn is young upon the rose’s stem;</p> + <p>They heed it not, it has no wound for them.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>While yet the heart is new to misery,</p> + <p>There is a gloss on everything we see;</p> + <p>There is a freshness, which returns no more</p> + <p>When fades the morn of life that soon is o’er;</p> + <p>A warmth of feeling, ardency of joy,</p> + <p>Delight almost exempt from an alloy,</p> + <p>A zest for pleasure, fearlessness of pain,</p> + <p>That we are destined ne’er to know again.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>And what succeeds this era joyous, bright?</p> + <p>Is it a cloudless eve or starless night?</p> + <p>To those who’re busied in life’s brilliant dawn</p> + <p>With gathering flowers that bloom when spring is gone,</p> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page20" title="20"> </a>And, ere their morning sun begins to wane,</p> + <p>Add many a link to fond affection’s chain,</p> + <p>To Heaven’s supreme behest have meekly bowed—</p> + <p>’Twill prove indeed an eve without a cloud.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>What though the brilliancy and sheen of day</p> + <p>With youthful hours have faded all away;</p> + <p>What though the fresh and roseate bloom of spring</p> + <p>A fragrance in our path no more shall fling;</p> + <p>Yet there’s a foretaste pure of joys divine,</p> + <p>A quiet, holy calm in life’s decline,</p> + <p>A moonlight of the soul in mercy given</p> + <p>To light the pilgrim to the gates of Heaven.</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">1824. <span class="author">E. P. K.</span></p> + +</div> +<div id="item_10" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page21" title="21"> </a> + + <h2>THE EVENING STAR.</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">Hail</span>, pensile gem, that thus can softly gild</p> + <p class="i2">The starry coronal of quiet eve!</p> + <p>What frost-work fabrics man shall vainly build</p> + <p class="i2">Ere thou art doomed thy heavenly post to leave!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Bright star! thou seem’st to me a blest retreat,</p> + <p class="i2">The wearied pilgrim’s paradise of rest;</p> + <p>I love to think long-parted friends shall meet,</p> + <p class="i2">Blissful reunion! in thy tranquil breast.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>I saw thee shine when life with me was young,</p> + <p class="i2">And fresh as fleet-winged time’s infantile hour,</p> + <p>When Hope her treacherous chaplet ’round me flung,</p> + <p class="i2">And daily twined a new-created flower.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>I saw thee shine while yet the sacred smile</p> + <p class="i2">Of home and kindred round my path would play,</p> + <p>But Time, who loves our fairest joys to spoil,</p> + <p class="i2">Destined this hour of bloom to swift decay.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>The buds, that then were wreathed around my heart,</p> + <p class="i2">Now breathe their hallowed sweetness there no more;</p> + <p>’Twas thine to see them one by one depart,</p> + <p class="i2">And yet thou shinest brightly as before.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>So, when this bosom, that ’mid all its woes</p> + <p class="i2">Has longed thy little port of rest to win,</p> + <p>In the calm grave shall find at last repose,</p> + <p class="i2">Thou’lt beam as fair as though I ne’er had been.</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">1824. <span class="author">E. P. K.</span></p> + +</div> +<div id="item_11" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page22" title="22"> </a> + + <h2>RECOGNITION IN HEAVEN.</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">Oh!</span> say, shall those ties, now so sacred and dear,</p> + <p>That with rainbow hues tint all our wanderings here,</p> + <p>Be regarded no more in that heavenly sphere</p> + <p class="i20">Whose portal’s the grave?</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>When, “washed and forgiven,” our spirits ascend</p> + <p>To the home of the blest where all sorrowings end,</p> + <p>O, will not a parent, a sister, a friend,</p> + <p class="i20">Haste to welcome us there?</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Shall we see no loved form we have gazed on before,</p> + <p>To commune with of times that are faded and o’er?</p> + <p>Will the “dear chosen few” be remembered no more</p> + <p class="i20">In that haven of bliss?</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>O my heart must believe, ’mid ethereal chimes</p> + <p>A gloom would steal over my spirit sometimes,</p> + <p>If the friends I have loved, in these heavenly climes,</p> + <p class="i20">Seemed to know me no more.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>But hope fondly whispers it shall not be so;</p> + <p>Each purified spirit my bosom shall know,</p> + <p>And all unremembered the ’plaining of woe,</p> + <p class="i20">We’ll joy in the Lord.</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">1824. <span class="author">E. P. K.</span></p> + + +</div> +<div id="item_12" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page23" title="23"> </a> + + <h2>WRITTEN IN L. J.’S ALBUM.</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">Gay</span> visions for thee ’neath hope’s pencil have glowed,</p> + <p>Peace dwells in thy bosom, a guileless abode;</p> + <p>Thou hast seen the bright side of existence alone,</p> + <p>And believ’st every spirit as pure as thine own.</p> + <p>May’st thou never awake from these rapturous dreams,</p> + <p>To find that the world is not fair as it seems,</p> + <p>To feel that the few thou hast loved have deceived,</p> + <p>Have forsaken the heart that confided, believed,</p> + <p>And left it as leafless, as bloomless, and waste</p> + <p>As the rose-tree that’s stript by the merciless blast.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>When the warm sky of childhood was beaming for me,</p> + <p>My days were all joyous, my heart was all glee;</p> + <p>Affection’s best ties round my bosom were spun;</p> + <p>No cloud dimmed the lustre of life’s morning sun.</p> + <p>If I watched o’er my favorite rose-bud’s decay,</p> + <p>And mourned that its bright tints were fading away,</p> + <p>I knew not an anguish more poignant than this,</p> + <p>And the morrow’s young brow wore a halo of bliss.</p> + <p>May’st thou long be a novice to feelings like mine,</p> + <p>When the shades of joy’s noonday proclaimed their decline,</p> + <p>When death has doomed hearts warm as thine to decay,</p> + <p>Or frigid estrangement has torn them away.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page24" title="24"> </a>Oh, I sometimes have questioned, when lingering near</p> + <p>The home of the dead, of the friends who were dear,</p> + <p>If the brightest enchantments of earth could repair</p> + <p>The sad devastation that time has made there;</p> + <p>If the joys of the world had a balm to impart,</p> + <p>That would act as a charm to the woes of the heart.</p> + <p>Yes, there is such a balm, but it comes from <em>above</em>,</p> + <p>It is wafted to earth on the pinions of love;</p> + <p>’Tis the spirit of piety, spotless and pure,</p> + <p>That teaches us calmly life’s ills to endure;</p> + <p>When it reigns in the heart, every error’s forgiven,</p> + <p>It resigns us to earth, and prepares us for Heaven.</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">1825. <span class="author">E. P. K.</span></p> + +</div> +<div id="item_13" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page25" title="25"> </a> + + <h2>THE ALPINE HORN.</h2> + + <blockquote class="epigram"><p>“Just at the close of day the Alpine Horn is sounded from the highest + mountain top, and mountain, rock and cave echo the solemn sound, ‘Praised + be the Lord.’”</p></blockquote> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">When</span> rainbow hues of closing day</p> + <p>O’er evening’s portals faintly play,</p> + <p>The Alpine horn calls far away,</p> + <p class="i18">“Praised be the Lord.”</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>And every hill and rock around,</p> + <p>As though they loved the grateful sound,</p> + <p>Send back, ’mid solitudes profound,</p> + <p class="i18">“Praised be the Lord.”</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>O God! has man so thankless grown,</p> + <p>He brings no anthems to thy throne,</p> + <p>When voiceless things have found a tone</p> + <p class="i18">To praise the Lord?</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Ah no! for, see, the shepherds come,</p> + <p>Though hardly heard the welcome home;</p> + <p>From toil of day they quickly come</p> + <p class="i18">To worship God.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>The look that taught their hearts to bow,</p> + <p>And childhood’s laugh and sunny brow,</p> + <p>All, all by them forgotten now</p> + <p class="i18">In praise to God.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page26" title="26"> </a>Kneeling the starry vault beneath,</p> + <p>With spirits free as air they breathe,</p> + <p>Oh, pure should be their votive wreath</p> + <p class="i18">Of praise to God.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>How glorious such a scene must be,</p> + <p>When prayer and praise ascend to Thee</p> + <p>In one glad voice of melody,</p> + <p class="i18">Eternal Lord!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>All space thy temple, and the air</p> + <p>A viewless messenger, to bear</p> + <p>Creation’s holy vesper prayer</p> + <p class="i18">On wings to Heaven.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Oh, that for me some Alpine horn,</p> + <p>Both closing eve and wak’ning morn,</p> + <p>Would sound, and bid my bosom scorn</p> + <p class="i18">The world’s vain joys;</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Its treasured idols all resign,</p> + <p>That, when Life’s cheating hues decline,</p> + <p>The one undying thought be mine,</p> + <p class="i18">To praise the Lord!</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">1826. <span class="author">E. P. K.</span></p> + +</div> +<div id="item_14" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page27" title="27"> </a> + + <h2>THE GATHERING ROUND THE OAK TREE.</h2> + + <p class="epigram">[Written in commemoration of the exclusion of Friends from their + meeting-house at Abington.]</p> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">Why</span> should “the little remnant mourn?”</p> + <p class="i2">Though closed the house of prayer,</p> + <p>An aged oak its shelter gave;</p> + <p class="i2">And surely He was there,</p> + <p>Who dwells in house not built with hands,</p> + <p class="i2">Eternal in the skies;</p> + <p>Incense nor costly altar craves,</p> + <p class="i2">Nor lamb for sacrifice;</p> + <p>But who the purest offering still</p> + <p class="i2">Finds in a willing mind,</p> + <p>And oft “through paths they know not of,”</p> + <p class="i2">In safety leads the blind.</p> + <p>Yes, He was there! The faithful band,</p> + <p class="i2">“O’ershadowed by His love,”</p> + <p>Saw in each bough that gently waved</p> + <p class="i2">A peace-branch from above.</p> + <p>Jesus was in the awful pause;</p> + <p class="i2">The prayer He prompted too;</p> + <p>And softly sighed, “Father, forgive,</p> + <p class="i2">They know not what they do.”</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page28" title="28"> </a>While thus they crucify afresh</p> + <p class="i2">The Lamb of Calvary,</p> + <p>O Lord! be merciful to them,</p> + <p class="i2">Though they are false to Thee.</p> + <p>And many a voiceless prayer was borne</p> + <p class="i2">Up to the throne of God,</p> + <p>That none might question Heaven’s decree,</p> + <p class="i2">But bless the chastening rod;</p> + <p>That though our pathway thorny be,</p> + <p class="i2">We fearless might pursue</p> + <p>The track our fathers marked with blood,</p> + <p class="i2">Unmurmuring marked it too.</p> + <p>How freely may the little band</p> + <p class="i2">Accept the chalice given,</p> + <p>Till by the Saviour called to swell</p> + <p class="i2">The symphonies of Heaven;</p> + <p>And when their weary pilgrimage,</p> + <p class="i2">Their day on earth is done,</p> + <p>God hath a coronal for those</p> + <p class="i2">Who trusted in the Son.</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">1826. <span class="author">E. P. K.</span></p> + +</div> +<div id="item_15" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page29" title="29"> </a> + + <h2>J. H. ON THE DEATH OF HIS WIFE.</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">Oh</span>, when I found that Death had set</p> + <p class="i4">His awful stamp on thee,</p> + <p>Deserted on Life’s stormy shore,</p> + <p>I thought that Time could have in store</p> + <p class="i4">Not one more shaft for me.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Long I had watched thy lingering bloom</p> + <p class="i4">That brightened ’mid decay;</p> + <p>And then its eloquent appeal</p> + <p>Would ask my heart if death <em>could</em> steal</p> + <p class="i4">Such loveliness away.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>And oh! could pure unsullied worth</p> + <p class="i4">Or peerless beauty save,</p> + <p>We had not stood as mourners here,</p> + <p>And shed the unavailing tear</p> + <p class="i4">O’er thy untimely grave.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>But we have seen thee lowly laid,</p> + <p class="i4">And I am here alone;</p> + <p>Each morn I shuddering wake to feel</p> + <p>The consciousness around me steal,</p> + <p class="i4">That all my hopes are flown.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page30" title="30"> </a>All, did I say? Ingrate indeed!</p> + <p class="i4">Oh, be the thought forgiven;</p> + <p>Has he not hopes and interests here,</p> + <p>Whose sacred task it is to rear</p> + <p class="i4">A family for Heaven?</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Rebellious heart! some tendril ties</p> + <p class="i4">Around thee still are thrown;</p> + <p>Oh, while this cherub group is mine,</p> + <p>Heaven’s dearest gift I can resign,</p> + <p class="i4">And say, “Thy will be done.”</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">1826.</p> + + <!-- Transcriber's note: no author attribution for this item. --> + +</div> +<div id="item_16" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page31" title="31"> </a> + + <h2>LINES, <br /> + <span class="subtitle">ON HEARING IT SAID “THAT IT WAS UNREASONABLE TO + SUPPOSE MAN SHOULD BELIEVE WHAT HE COULD NOT + COMPREHEND.”</span></h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">“Thou</span> great First Cause,” Creator, King, and Lord,</p> + <p>The worm that breathed at Thy commanding word,</p> + <p>And dies whene’er Thou wilt, presumptuous man,</p> + <p>Has dared the mazes of Thy path to scan;</p> + <p>Guided by reason’s powerless rays alone,</p> + <p>Would pierce the veil of mystery round Thee thrown.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Tell me, proud being!—flutterer of an hour—</p> + <p>(Who thus would comprehend creative power),</p> + <p>Why worlds were made, why man was formed at all,</p> + <p>Or crimeless once, permitted then to fall,</p> + <p>The why, the wherefore, boots not us to know,</p> + <p>Enough—that God ordained it to be so.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Go thou, and cull the simplest flower that blows,</p> + <p>The hillside daisy or the wilding rose,</p> + <p>And tell me why so bright their hues appear,</p> + <p>Why they return with each revolving year;</p> + <p>Or how, when countless worlds are all in bloom,</p> + <p>O’er every bud is breathed its own perfume.</p> + <p>Yes, solve me this, and I’ll believe with thee,</p> + <p>’Twas meant that man should doubt all mystery.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page32" title="32"> </a>Presumptuous worm! enough to know is given—</p> + <p>’Tis fearful meddling with the things of Heaven;</p> + <p>Its sacred mysteries belong alone</p> + <p>To Him whose paths are awful and unknown;</p> + <p>Who wings the storm, or whispers “Peace, be still;”</p> + <p>Cradling to rest the mountain wave at will;</p> + <p>Who for our souls his Son a ransom gave,</p> + <p>And guards “his fold” from childhood to the grave.</p> + <p>Confess, proud man, all his known ways are just,</p> + <p>And what thou canst not fathom “learn to trust.”</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">1827. <span class="author">E. P. K.</span></p> + +</div> +<div id="item_17" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page33" title="33"> </a> + + <h2>IN A SEASON OF BEREAVEMENT.</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">Bright</span> summer comes, all bloom and flowers,</p> + <p>To garland o’er her faded bowers;</p> + <p>There’s balm and sunshine on her wing,</p> + <p>But where’s the <em>friend</em> she used to bring?</p> + <p>One heart is sad ’mid all the glee,</p> + <p>And only asks, “<em>Oh, where is he?</em>”</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>He comes not now, he comes not now,</p> + <p>To chase the gloom from off my brow,</p> + <p>He comes not with his wonted smile</p> + <p>The weary moments to beguile.</p> + <p>There’s joy in every look I see,</p> + <p>But mine is sad, for “Where is he?”</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Closed is the book we used to read;</p> + <p>There’s none to smile, there’s none to heed;</p> + <p>Our ’customed walk’s deserted, too;</p> + <p>It charms not as it used to do;</p> + <p>The fav’rite path, the well-known tree,</p> + <p>All, all are whispering, “Where is he?”</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>This faithful heart is now a shrine</p> + <p>For each dear look and tone of thine,</p> + <p>And every scene thou used to prize</p> + <p>Forever hallowed in my eyes;</p> + <p>But oh! how loved those friends shall be</p> + <p>Whose tearful eyes say, “Where is he?”</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page34" title="34"> </a>I would not breathe to stranger’s ear</p> + <p>A name so sacred and so clear,</p> + <p>And, when the reckless crowd are nigh,</p> + <p>My bosom checks the rising sigh;</p> + <p>But when no human eye can see.</p> + <p>It bleeding cries, “Ah, where is he?”</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Oh, how I miss thy smile of light,</p> + <p>“Welcome” at morn and kind “good night!”</p> + <p>But, when the quiet eve comes on,</p> + <p>I feel that thou indeed art <em>gone</em>.</p> + <p>That herald of delight to me</p> + <p>Is joyless now, for “Where is he?”</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>I have not seen the crimson dye,</p> + <p>Which sunset gives the western sky,</p> + <p>Since on thy couch of death thou lay</p> + <p>And watched its glories fade away.</p> + <p>Those hues, so oft admired with thee,</p> + <p>Would ask too loudly, “Where is he?”</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>And oh! that orb, on whose mild rays</p> + <p>So fondly, too, we used to gaze,</p> + <p>And, though far distant, there unite</p> + <p>At the same sacred hour of night,</p> + <p>Seems sadly now to whisper me,</p> + <p>“Thou art all alone,—where, where is he?”</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page35" title="35"> </a>Life was to <em>us</em> no cloudless day,</p> + <p>Blossom and blight still marked our way;</p> + <p>But sorrow is not skilled to part,</p> + <p>It links more closely heart to heart.</p> + <p>Yes! and they <em>ever</em> linked <em>shall</em> be—</p> + <p>“Summer, oh! tell me, where is he?”</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>I hear a voice upon the breeze,</p> + <p>It speaks of holier ties than these;</p> + <p>Of worlds, where farewell sounds are o’er,</p> + <p>And Death a victor never more.</p> + <p>It bids me for that clime prepare,</p> + <p>And sweetly whispers, “He is there.”</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">1828. <span class="author">E. P. K.</span></p> + +</div> +<div id="item_18" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page36" title="36"> </a> + + <h2>ON A PACKET OF LETTERS.</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">“To-day”</span>—Oh! not to-day shall sound</p> + <p class="i2">Thy mild and gentle voice;</p> + <p>Nor yet “to-morrow” will it bid</p> + <p class="i18">My heart rejoice.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>But one, one fondly treasured thing</p> + <p class="i2">Is left me ’mid decay,</p> + <p>This record, hallowed with thy thoughts</p> + <p class="i18">Of yesterday.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Chaste thoughts and holy, such as still</p> + <p class="i2">To purest hearts are given,</p> + <p>Breathing of Earth, yet wafting high</p> + <p class="i18">The soul to Heaven;</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Soaring beyond the bounds of Time,</p> + <p class="i2">Beyond the blight of Death,</p> + <p>To worlds where “parting is no more,”</p> + <p class="i18">“Nor Life a breath.”</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>’Tis true they whisper mournfully</p> + <p class="i2">Of buds too bright to bloom,</p> + <p>Of hopes that blossomed but to die</p> + <p class="i18">Around the tomb.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page37" title="37"> </a>Still they are sweet remembrances</p> + <p class="i2">Of life’s unclouded day—</p> + <p>Sketches of mind, which death alone</p> + <p class="i18">Can wrench away;</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Memorials sad of by-past hours,</p> + <p class="i2">Gone with the silent dead;</p> + <p>Pictured affections, pencilled dreams.</p> + <p class="i18">Forever fled!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Forever? Are they hushed indeed</p> + <p class="i2">To wake again no more?</p> + <p>Ties dearer far than Life itself</p> + <p class="i18">With life all o’er?</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>No! Faith can point to holier climes,</p> + <p class="i2">And bid the soul prepare</p> + <p>For deathless union that awaits</p> + <p class="i18">The faithful there.</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p class="dateline">1828. <span class="author">E. P. K.</span></p> + +</div> +<div id="item_19" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page38" title="38"> </a> + + <h2>REPLY OF THE MESSENGER BIRD.</h2> + + <blockquote class="epigram"> + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Thou art come from the spirits’ land, thou bird!</p> + <p class="i2">Thou art come from the spirits’ land:</p> + <p>Through the dark pine grove let thy voice be heard,</p> + <p class="i2">And tell of the shadowy band!</p> + </div> + <p class="poetry_break">****</p> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>But tell us, thou bird of the solemn strain,</p> + <p class="i2">Can those who have loved, forget?</p> + <p>We call—and they answer not again—</p> + <p class="i2">Do they love, do they love us yet?</p> + </div> + <p class="author">F. HEMANS.</p> + </div> + </blockquote> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">Yes!</span> yes, I have come from the spirits’ land,</p> + <p class="i2">From the land that is bright and fair,</p> + <p>I come with a voice from the shadowy band,</p> + <p class="i2">To tell that they love you there!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>To say, if a wish or a fond regret</p> + <p class="i2">Could live in Elysian bowers,</p> + <p>’Twould be for the friends they could ne’er forget,</p> + <p class="i2">The loved of their youthful hours;</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>To whisper the dear deserted band,</p> + <p class="i2">Who smiled on their tarriance here,</p> + <p>That a faithful guard in the dreamless land</p> + <p class="i2">Are the friends they have loved so dear.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>They have gone to be seen of men no more;</p> + <p class="i2">But oft on a shadowy hill,</p> + <p>Or the crest of a wave where the moonbeams pour,</p> + <p class="i2">They are watching around you still.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page39" title="39"> </a>And oft on a fleecy cloud they sail,</p> + <p class="i2">And oft on the hurrying blast,</p> + <p>When slumber her light and magic veil</p> + <p class="i2">O’er man and his woes has cast.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>’Tis true, in the silent night you call,</p> + <p class="i2">And they answer you not again—</p> + <p>For the spirits of bliss are voiceless all;</p> + <p class="i2">Sound only was made for pain.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>That their land is bright and they weep no more,</p> + <p class="i2">I have warbled from hill to hill,</p> + <p>But my plaintive strains should have told before,</p> + <p class="i2">They love, oh! they love you still.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>They bid me say that unfading flowers</p> + <p class="i2">You’ll find in the path they trod,</p> + <p>And a welcome true to their deathless bowers</p> + <p class="i2">Pronounced by the voice of God.</p> + </div> + </div> + +<!-- Transcriber's note: there was no signature line on this poem --> + +</div> +<div id="item_20" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page40" title="40"> </a> + + <h2>HEAVEN AND EARTH.</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">Turn</span> from the grave, turn from the grave,</p> + <p class="i2">There’s fearful mystery there;</p> + <p>Descend not to the shadowy tomb,</p> + <p class="i2">If thou wouldst shun despair.</p> + <p>It tells a tale of severed ties</p> + <p class="i2">To break the bleeding heart,</p> + <p>And from the “canopy of dust”</p> + <p class="i2">Would make it death to part.</p> + <p>Oh! lift the eye of faith to worlds</p> + <p class="i2">Where death shall never come,</p> + <p>And <em>there</em> behold “the pure in heart”</p> + <p class="i2">Whom God has gathered home,</p> + <p>Beyond the changing things of time,</p> + <p class="i2">Beyond the reach of care.</p> + <p>How sweet to view the ransomed ones</p> + <p class="i2">In dazzling glory there!</p> + <p>They seem to whisper to the loved</p> + <p class="i2">Who smoothed their path below,</p> + <p>“Weep not for us, <em>our</em> tears have all</p> + <p class="i2">Forever ceased to flow.”</p> + <p>Take from the grave, take from the grave,</p> + <p class="i2">Those bright, but withering; flowers,</p> + <p>The spirit that had loved them once</p> + <p class="i2">Is now in fadeless bowers;</p> + <p>Undying is the fragrance there,</p> + <p class="i2">Eternal is the bloom;</p> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page41" title="41"> </a>But the next breeze may waft away</p> + <p class="i2">This perishing perfume.</p> + <p>One fearful stamp, “Doomed to decay,”</p> + <p class="i2">Marks all the joys of earth;</p> + <p>Oh! what a resting-place for souls</p> + <p class="i2">Of an immortal birth!</p> + <p>Then linger round the grave no more,</p> + <p class="i2">Lift, lift the eye to Heaven,</p> + <p>Till hues of faith shall gild the gloom,</p> + <p class="i2">And every sigh’s forgiven.</p> + <p>Then, when the golden harvest’s done,</p> + <p class="i2">The path of duty trod,</p> + <p>Thou with the loved may’st garnered be,</p> + <p class="i2">And gathered home to God.</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">1828. <span class="author">E. P. K.</span></p> + +</div> +<div id="item_21" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page42" title="42"> </a> + + <blockquote class="epigram"><div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>“And the laughter of the young and gay</p> + <p class="i2">Was far too glad and loud.”</p> + </div> + </div> + </blockquote> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">Hush</span>, hush! my thoughts are resting on a changeless world of bliss;</p> + <p>Oh! come not with the voice of mirth to lure them back to this.</p> + <p>’Tis true, we’ve much of sadness in our weary sojourn here,</p> + <p>That fades, and leaves no deeper trace than childhood’s reckless tear;</p> + <p>But there are woes which scathe the heart till all its bloom is o’er,</p> + <p>A deadly blight we feel but once, <em>that once for evermore</em>.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Oh, then, ’tis sweet on fancy’s wing to cleave that bright domain!</p> + <p>The loved and the redeemed are there, why lure me back again?</p> + <p>The cadences of gladness to your hearts may yet be dear;</p> + <p>They have no melody for mine, all, all is desert here.</p> + <p>The sunshine still is bright to you, the moonlight and the flowers;</p> + <p>To me they tell a harrowing tale of dear departed hours.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page43" title="43"> </a>I would not cull Hope’s blossoms now, they seem of deadly bloom;</p> + <p>And can I love the sunshine, when it smiles upon the tomb?</p> + <p>When on one little hallowed spot its joyous beams are thrown,</p> + <p>That sacred turf—the all of earth—I now may call my own.</p> + <p>For there my joys are sepulchred, my hopes are buried there;</p> + <p>Yet with that holy earth are linked high thoughts that mock despair;</p> + <p>Unfaltering faith, that whispers of a purer world than this,</p> + <p>Where spirits that are parted here may “mingle into bliss;”</p> + <p>“Deep <em>trust</em>” that all our sinless hopes, which death forbids to bloom,</p> + <p>Shall ripen ’neath the cloudless sky that dawns beyond the tomb;</p> + <p><em>Conviction</em> firm that things of time were never yet designed</p> + <p>To quench the vast and deathless thirst of an immortal mind.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Then hush! my thoughts are resting on a changeless world of bliss;</p> + <p>There is no voice of gladness now can lure them back to this.</p> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page44" title="44"> </a>I look to Thee, Redeemer! Oh! be every crime forgiven,</p> + <p>And take the weary captive to Thy paradise in Heaven;</p> + <p>Or teach my heart resignedly to say, “Thy will be done,”</p> + <p>And calmly wait thy summons home, thou just and holy One!</p> + <p>Thou mayst have spoiled my cherished schemes, to let my spirit see</p> + <p>That happiness is only found, great God, in serving Thee.</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">1828. <span class="author">E. P. K.</span></p> + +</div> +<div id="item_22" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page45" title="45"> </a> + + <h2>CONSOLATION IN BEREAVEMENT.</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">’Tis</span> not when we look on the dreamless dead,</p> + <p>And feel that the spirit forever has fled;</p> + <p>’Tis not when we’re called to the voiceless tomb</p> + <p>By the loved who were culled in their brightest bloom;</p> + <p>’Tis not when the grave’s last rite is o’er,</p> + <p>And we know they are gone to return no more;</p> + <p>But, oh! ’tis when Time with oblivious wing</p> + <p>A balm to all other hearts may bring;</p> + <p>When the dark, dark hours of grief are o’er,</p> + <p>And we join the world we can love no more,—</p> + <p>That world whose grief for the absent one</p> + <p>Passed like a cloud from an April sun;</p> + <p>When, amid the mirth that salutes the ear,</p> + <p><em>One</em> tone is gone we had used to hear,</p> + <p><em>One</em> form is missed in that happy train,</p> + <p>That will never exult in its sports again;</p> + <p>We feel that death has indeed passed o’er,</p> + <p>And a blank is left, to be filled no more.</p> + <p>But though the world and its witching smile,</p> + <p>That cheats the heart of its woes awhile,</p> + <p>Would prove in its time of deepest need</p> + <p>But the frail support of a broken reed,</p> + <p>Religion’s beam has the magic power</p> + <p>To chase the cloud from its darkest hour,</p> + <p>To turn the soul from its idols here,</p> + <p>And fix its hopes on a purer sphere;</p> + <p>Then land it safe in a port of rest,</p> + <p>The haven sure of a Saviour’s breast.</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p class="dateline">1828. <span class="author">E. P. K.</span></p> + +</div> +<div id="item_23" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page46" title="46"> </a> + + <h2>LINES <br /> + <span class="subtitle">SUGGESTED BY THE CONVERSATION OF A BROTHER AND SISTER + IN THE CHAMBER OF A DECEASED AND HIGHLY VALUED + PARENT.</span></h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">My</span> father! Oh! I cannot dwell</p> + <p class="i2">On hours when we shall meet again;</p> + <p>I only feel, I only know</p> + <p class="i2">That all my prayers for thee were vain.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>“Come, brother, take a <em>last</em> farewell;</p> + <p class="i2">Soon, soon they’ll bear him far away.”—</p> + <p>“No, sister, no,—he is not there,</p> + <p class="i2">I parted with him yesterday.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>“Our father is in Heaven now,</p> + <p class="i2">Forever free from care and pain;</p> + <p>And, if a half-formed wish could bring</p> + <p class="i2">His sainted spirit back again,</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>“The selfish wish I would not breathe;</p> + <p class="i2">’Twould cloud with woe that placid brow,</p> + <p>Round which a seraph seems to wreathe</p> + <p class="i2">A crown of glory even now.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>“How deep the gloom that mantled there!</p> + <p class="i2">How sweetly, too, ’twas all withdrawn!</p> + <p>Thus, ever thus, night’s darkest hour</p> + <p class="i2">Precedes the day’s triumphant dawn.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page47" title="47"> </a>“Oh! while he lingered, struggling still</p> + <p class="i2">With pain and anguish and despair,</p> + <p>The sting of death was felt indeed,</p> + <p class="i2">And then I wearied Heaven with prayer.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>“But when the unfettered spirit fled</p> + <p class="i2">From earth and earthly cares away,</p> + <p>I joyed to think how blest would be</p> + <p class="i2">Its entrance on eternal day.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>“I joyed to think that never more</p> + <p class="i2">That tranquil breast would throb with pain;</p> + <p>Hope pencilled, too, the sheltering port</p> + <p class="i2">Where parted spirits meet again.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>“Oh! I would drain the bitter cup</p> + <p class="i2">To him in boundless mercy given,</p> + <p>A glorious Sabbath-day to win</p> + <p class="i2">Of never-ending rest in Heaven.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>“Come, sister, let us follow him,</p> + <p class="i2">Though rugged was the path he trod;</p> + <p>’Twill lead us to the ‘saints in light,’</p> + <p class="i2">’Twill lead us to our father’s God.”</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">1828. <span class="author">E. P. K.</span></p> + + +</div> +<div id="item_24" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page48" title="48"> </a> + + <h2>ON THE DEATH OF MY UNCLE, JOSEPH PAUL.</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">Fare</span> thee well, fare thee well, for thy journey is o’er,</p> + <p>And the place that has known thee, shall know thee no more;</p> + <p>The eye that has seen thee, shall seek thee in vain,</p> + <p>And thy kindness will soothe us, oh, never again!</p> + <p>Yet we cannot forget thee, for, shrined in the heart,</p> + <p>Is the memory of virtues that will not depart,—</p> + <p>Generosity, candor, integrity, worth,</p> + <p>An assemblage of all that is lovely on earth.</p> + <p>Thou wert guardian, guide, and instructor to me,</p> + <p>And I lose, with thy children, a father in thee.</p> + <p>Thy children, alas! they are orphans indeed.</p> + <p>Who now shall direct them in seasons of need?</p> + <p>The smile that has blest them will bless them no more,</p> + <p>And approval and counsel forever are o’er.</p> + <p>But the angel of mercy recorded thy prayers,</p> + <p>And in gloom and in sunshine <em>thy</em> God will be <em>theirs</em>.</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">1828. <span class="author">E. P. K.</span></p> + + +</div> +<div id="item_25" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page49" title="49"> </a> + + <h2>SPRING.</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">Oh!</span> the world looks glad, for the spring has smiled,</p> + <p>And the birds are come with their “wood-notes wild,”</p> + <p>And the waters leap with a joyous sound,</p> + <p>Like freedom’s voice when a chain’s unbound.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>And soon with its bloom will the earth be gay,</p> + <p>For the air is bland as the breath of May;</p> + <p>Sunshine and buds and all glorious things</p> + <p>Will give to the hours their downiest wings.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Nature has burst from her wintry tomb,</p> + <p>Wreathed with the glory of brightening bloom;</p> + <p>Fetters of frost-work are gently unbound,</p> + <p>Blossoms and flowers are clustering round.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Bosoms that know not the blighting of care,</p> + <p>Sunshine and gladness may smilingly wear;</p> + <p>But for the broken and desolate heart</p> + <p>Springtime, alas! has no balm to impart.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Tones that are hushed it awakens no more;</p> + <p>“Friends that are gone” it can never restore;</p> + <p>Yet e’en to the mourner one hope it may bring,</p> + <p>’Tis the type of Eternity’s glorious spring.</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">1829. <span class="author">E. P. K.</span></p> +</div> +<div id="item_26" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page50" title="50"> </a> + + <h2>OH, FOR A HOME OF REST!</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">Oh</span>, for a home of rest!</p> + <p class="i2">Time lags alone so slow, so wearily;</p> + <p>Couldst thou but smile on me, I should be blest.</p> + <p>Alas, alas! that never more may be.</p> + <p class="i2">Oh, for the sky-lark’s wing to soar to thee!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>This earth I would forsake</p> + <p class="i2">For starry realms whose sky’s forever fair;</p> + <p><em>There</em>, tears are shed not, hearts will cease to ache,</p> + <p>And sorrow’s plaintive voice shall never break</p> + <p class="i2">The heavenly stillness that is reigning there.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Life’s every charm has fled,</p> + <p class="i2">The world is all a wilderness to me;</p> + <p>“For thou art numbered with the silent dead.”</p> + <p>Oh, how my heart o’er this dark thought has bled!</p> + <p class="i2">How I have longed for wings to follow thee!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>In visions of the night</p> + <p class="i2">With angel smile thou beckon’st me away,</p> + <p>Pointing to worlds where hope is free from blight;</p> + <p>And then a cloud comes o’er that brow of light,</p> + <p class="i2">Seeming to chide me for my long delay.</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">1829. <span class="author">E. P. K.</span></p> + + +</div> +<div id="item_27" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page51" title="51"> </a> + + <h2>LIFE’S STAGES.</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">To</span> the heart of trusting childhood life is all a gilded way,</p> + <p>Wherein a beam of sunny bliss forever seems to play;</p> + <p>It roams about delightedly through pleasure’s roseate bower,</p> + <p>And gaily makes a playmate, too, of every bird and flower;</p> + <p>Holds with the rushing of the winds companionship awhile,</p> + <p>And, on the tempest’s darkest brow, discerns a brightening smile,</p> + <p>Converses with the babbling waves, as on their way they wend,</p> + <p>And sees, in everything it meets, the features of a friend.</p> + <p>“To-day” is full of rosy joy, “to-morrow” is not here:</p> + <p>When, for an uncreated hour, was childhood known to fear?</p> + <p>Not until hopes, warm hopes, its heart a treasure-house have made,</p> + <p>Like summer flowers to bloom awhile, like them, alas, to fade;</p> + <p>Cherished too fondly and too long, for ah! the rich parterre,</p> + <p>Crushed in its brightest blossoming, leaves but a desert there.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page52" title="52"> </a>This is life’s second stage; the gloss of springtime has passed o’er,</p> + <p>The trusting bosom is deceived, but still it trusts the more;</p> + <p>Its young affections are bound up within a mother’s love,</p> + <p>And oh! if blessings ever yet descended from above</p> + <p>And rested on an earthly tie to mark approval given,</p> + <p>A mother’s love, assuredly, is sanctioned thus by Heaven.</p> + <p>But soon the ruthless spoiler comes, and all its trust is vain:</p> + <p>The eye that beamed so kindly once, will ne’er unclose again;</p> + <p>The voice of love that still could soothe when all its hopes were o’er,</p> + <p>Alas! those sweetly sacred tones are hushed forever-more;</p> + <p>The smile that lingered round its path when other lights had fled,</p> + <p>Oh! can it be that blessed smile is buried with the dead?</p> + <p>Then what is left the orphan heart thus mournfully bereft?</p> + <p>To call its crushed affections home and count the treasures left,</p> + <p>With trembling fear to count them o’er, and bitterly to sigh,</p> + <p>Remembering they are earthly too,—they, too, alas, must die.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page53" title="53"> </a>Perchance of its remaining joys, its fondly garnered things,</p> + <p>One may be dearer than the rest—to that it fondly clings;</p> + <p>And, resting thus confidingly, it half forgets the woe</p> + <p>Which changed the orphan’s joyous tones to cadence sad and low.</p> + <p>And can the stern destroyer find naught else to call his own</p> + <p>That he has stamped his fearful mark upon this chosen one?</p> + <p>It boots not to inquire the cause, the why it must be so;</p> + <p>“It is his victim,” this alone is pain enough to know.</p> + <p>What’s left thee now, poor orphan heart, that entered life so gay,</p> + <p>And fondly dreamed ’twould all have proved a bright and cloudless way?</p> + <p>Where are the joys that wreathed thee round in childhood’s reckless hours?</p> + <p>’Twas thine to watch them droop and fall, like pale, decaying flowers.</p> + <p>Where is thy home of love? Ah! well, that thought may cloud thy brow—</p> + <p>The dear loved home that sheltered thee is claimed by strangers now;</p> + <p>And does that echoing hall repeat no well-remembered tone?</p> + <p>The stranger’s voice, the stranger’s step have there familiar grown.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page54" title="54"> </a>And where the joyous faces now that circled round the hearth?</p> + <p>Gone. Are all gone? Then changed indeed, fearfully changed, is earth!</p> + <p>Alas! poor desolated heart, what more remains for thee?</p> + <p>(A sad and solitary wreck on life’s tempestuous sea)—</p> + <p>What but to feel, destroying Time, indeed, has roughly past</p> + <p>And blighted fairest dreams of bliss, oh! too, too fair to last;</p> + <p>What but to muse on perished joys to which sad memory clings,</p> + <p>While pleasure’s wrecked and ruined hopes, a mournful band, she brings,</p> + <p>Death’s trophies, which proclaim his shaft at treasured bliss he threw,</p> + <p>And oh! which mournfully disclose his fearful victory too.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Yes, this is life! but life it is without that heavenly ray</p> + <p>Which ever throws its purest light upon the stormiest way;</p> + <p>Which sweetly gilds the darkest sky and comes like angel voice,</p> + <p>(E’en ’mid the wreck of dearest hopes), to bid the heart rejoice;</p> + <p>Which flings a smile on sorrow’s brow, and sunshine on the tomb,</p> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page55" title="55"> </a>And scatters o’er the bed of death bright buds of deathless bloom.</p> + <p>’Tis true the parting hour will come, “the loved” it cannot save;</p> + <p>But it can teach us with a smile to yield them to the grave;</p> + <p>To watch with chastened sober bliss the spirit’s calm release,</p> + <p>Trusting, though life have storms for us, all with the dead is peace.</p> + <p>And even while the bosom aches, aches to its inmost core,</p> + <p>This heavenly beam can bid it joy that earthly ties are o’er.</p> + <p>For oh! our covenant Lord, who ne’er his sacred promise breaks,</p> + <p>Has sweetly said, when all the world, the changing world, forsakes,</p> + <p>He will be all the world to us; then freely may the heart</p> + <p>Resign the fondly coffered bliss that clogs the immortal part,</p> + <p>(In holy trust ’twill all be ours when earth has passed away,)</p> + <p>And calmly wait the unclouded dawn of an eternal day,</p> + <p>Conscious while God is near, earth’s best and purest joy is given,</p> + <p>For ’tis His holy presence makes the perfect bliss of Heaven.</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">1829. <span class="author">E. P. K.</span></p> + +</div> +<div id="item_28" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page56" title="56"> </a> + + <h2>SHEPHERD OF ISRAEL.</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">Shepherd</span> of Israel! o’er Thy fold</p> + <p class="i2">How sweet Thy guardian care,</p> + <p>To them invisible indeed,</p> + <p class="i2">Yet present everywhere.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Thy crook still points to “pastures green,”</p> + <p class="i2">When rugged paths they see,</p> + <p>Beside “still waters” bids them rest,</p> + <p class="i2">And cast their care on Thee.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>The “stranger’s voice” thou, Lord, canst teach</p> + <p class="i2">Their watchful ears to know,</p> + <p>And make their “peace,” their heavenly peace,</p> + <p class="i2">Like boundless waters flow.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>When round this thorny world we stray</p> + <p class="i2">And find no place of rest,</p> + <p>Then come like “doves unto the ark,”</p> + <p class="i2">Faint, wearied, and oppressed,</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Thy gentle hand is soon put forth</p> + <p class="i2">Each wanderer to receive;</p> + <p>Thou bindest up the broken heart,</p> + <p class="i2">And bidd’st the sinner live.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page57" title="57"> </a>Why should we fear the storms of time?</p> + <p class="i2">Thy word their force can stay;</p> + <p><em>Enough, be still!</em> the high behest,</p> + <p class="i2">Which winds and waves obey.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>“Thy will be done” can calm the soul</p> + <p class="i2">By fearful tempests driven,</p> + <p>The holiest anthem sung on earth,</p> + <p class="i2">The highest heard in Heaven.</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p class="dateline">1830. <span class="author">E. P. K.</span></p> + + +</div> +<div id="item_29" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page58" title="58"> </a> + + <h2>WOODBURN.</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">Oh</span>, the brow that has never been shaded by care</p> + <p>The rosewreath of pleasure may smilingly wear,</p> + <p>And the heart that is wholly a stranger to gloom,</p> + <p>’Mid the din of existence may fearlessly bloom;</p> + <p>But the one that is blighted by sadness and pain,</p> + <p>And blighted too rudely to blossom again,</p> + <p>When its hold on a reed-like support is resigned.</p> + <p>Nor peace, nor composure, nor solace can find,</p> + <p>Nor strength to submit to the chastening rod,</p> + <p>Save only in stillness—<em>alone with its God</em>!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>And oh! if a blissful communion with Heaven</p> + <p>To earth-wearied spirits has ever been given,</p> + <p>If the loved and the distant, the lost and the dead,</p> + <p>Who smiled on our pathway a moment, and fled,</p> + <p>Who darkened our sunshine and saddened our mirth,</p> + <p>To prove that the soul has no home upon earth,</p> + <p>Are sent in the night-time of gloom and distress,</p> + <p>As heralds of mercy to comfort and bless,</p> + <p>To place, while the tempest is fearfully loud,</p> + <p>The bright bow of peace on the dark thundercloud,</p> + <p>To whisper of purer and holier ties,</p> + <p>Of a land where the blossom of joy never dies—</p> + <p>Such tidings to welcome, oh! where shall we flee,</p> + <p>If not, dearest Woodburn, to silence and thee?</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page59" title="59"> </a>For ah! did the angel of peace over roam,</p> + <p>On an errand of love, from her own hallowed home,</p> + <p>To gladden a sin-blighted world for awhile,</p> + <p>Make the desert rejoice and the wilderness smile,</p> + <p>She has certainly paused in her holy career,</p> + <p>And closed up her pinions delightfully here.</p> + <p>Dear to me are thy shades, when no sound may be heard</p> + <p>Save the soul-soothing strains of thy harmonist bird,</p> + <p>For they seem on the soft wing of quiet to come,</p> + <p>Like celestial melodies luring us home,</p> + <p>Faint breathings from Heaven, to bid us prepare</p> + <p>For peals of ethereal minstrelsy there.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>But oh! when day rests on the portals of eve,</p> + <p>As though loath the bright scene of enchantment to leave,</p> + <p>While its drapery of gold, hurried carelessly on,</p> + <p>Fades away, tint by tint, till at last all are gone,</p> + <p>I feel ’tis an emblem of life’s little hour,</p> + <p>(Thus perish the hues of hope’s loveliest flower),</p> + <p>And I sigh for repose on that heavenly shore</p> + <p>Where the day is eternal, and change is no more.</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">1830. <span class="author">E. P. K.</span></p> + +</div> +<div id="item_30" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page60" title="60"> </a> + + <h2>LINES<br /> + <span class="subtitle">SUGGESTED BY THE PRESENCE OF THE ENGLISH FRIENDS, + J. AND H. C. BACKHOUSE, IN AMERICA—1831.</span></h2> + + <blockquote class="epigram"> + <p>… “They that turn many to righteousness, <br /> + shall shine as the stars forever and ever.” …</p> + </blockquote> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">They</span> have left their homes and kindred, they are in the strangers’ land,</p> + <p>The voice of God revealed his will; His will was their command.</p> + <p>They crossed the pathless main, nor feared the sadly treacherous wave,</p> + <p>For is not He in whom they trust omnipotent to save?</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>But did no dark forebodings come? Was all at peace within?</p> + <p>Did prompt obedience’ sure reward e’en with the toil begin?</p> + <p>Ah no! for nature’s fond appeal would in that hour be heard;</p> + <p>Maternity’s deep spring of love within the heart was stirred.</p> + <p>Perhaps some little cherub form, that it was joy to see,</p> + <p>Would climb no more, with sunny smile, its happy parent’s knee;</p> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page61" title="61"> </a>Perhaps some gentle household voice, that sighed “farewell” with pain,</p> + <p>Might never welcome their return to that loved home again;</p> + <p>Then came the thought of glistening eyes, which long had done with tears,</p> + <p>Eyes that had kept an anxious watch o’er childhood’s reckless years;</p> + <p>While mem’ry dwelt upon that last and earnest gaze of love,</p> + <p>Which shows the heart withholds its seal from what the lips approve.</p> + <p>They feared those silvery locks, that told ’twas almost “close of day,”</p> + <p>Would to the grave go down, and they, their children, far away!</p> + <p>A moment nature shrank—the thought was too, too full of pain—</p> + <p>But ah! their Master’s strength was made in weakness perfect then;</p> + <p>The voice that lulls the billowy deep soon bade the storm be still,</p> + <p>Bade them rejoice that they were called to do his perfect will;</p> + <p>To execute with fearless trust the holy high command,—</p> + <p>“Go, and glad gospel tidings spread, over a distant land,</p> + <p>And beams of heavenly peace around your guarded path shall play,</p> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page62" title="62"> </a>Peace that the world can never give, nor ever take away.”</p> + <p>But has the fearful sacrifice at last been made in vain?</p> + <p>And shall no trace within our hearts, no deathless trace remain?</p> + <p>Bright record, that with us awhile their dwelling place has been,</p> + <p>Preparing temples for their Lord’s high service to begin.</p> + <p>Oh yes, I trust, a fount of light and life they have unsealed</p> + <p>To many a thirsting, fainting soul, a Saviour’s love revealed;</p> + <p>Have taught “that in his service there is perfect freedom” still,</p> + <p>That ’tis the highest bliss of Heaven to do his sovereign will,</p> + <p>And if a humble suppliant may bow before Thy throne,</p> + <p>My Father! and a blessing ask on hearts to her unknown,</p> + <p>Oh! grant for them “the lines may fall in pleasant places” here,</p> + <p>“Beside still waters” bid them rest, and feel that Thou art near.</p> + <p>Thou hast Thyself declared, that great their recompense shall be,</p> + <p>Who have “forsaken all” to love and follow only Thee;</p> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page63" title="63"> </a>And they have left the “near and dear,” the parent, child, and friend;</p> + <p>Then in Thy holy name may all these sweet affections blend!</p> + <p>And should the world desert them, Lord, oh, be the world to them,</p> + <p>The song of their rejoicing here, in Heaven the crowning gem;</p> + <p>Thy sacred guidance grant, I pray, o’er life’s tempestuous sea,</p> + <p>Awhile a gentle course, and then,—a sheltering port in Thee.</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p class="dateline">3d mo., 1831. <span class="author">E. P. K.</span></p> + + +</div> +<div id="item_31" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page64" title="64"> </a> + + <h2>THE PLAGUES OF EGYPT; <br /> + <span class="subtitle">OR, GOD'S PROVIDENCE MAGNIFIED IN THE CARE OF HIS + CHOSEN.</span></h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">When</span> darkness over Egypt reigned,</p> + <p class="i2">A darkness to be felt,</p> + <p>Light sweetly shone round Goshen still,</p> + <p class="i2">The tents where Israel dwelt.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Awestruck, the Egyptians silent lay,</p> + <p class="i2">They rose not from their place;</p> + <p>God’s finger had been o’er their land,</p> + <p class="i2">And left a fearful trace.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>The very idols which they served</p> + <p class="i2">A gloom around them threw,</p> + <p>The stream they worshipped turned to blood,</p> + <p class="i2">The sun his light withdrew.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>But Pharaoh’s heart was hardened still,</p> + <p class="i2">He let not Israel go</p> + <p>Until Jehovah, King of kings,</p> + <p class="i2">Struck the last fearful blow.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page65" title="65"> </a>The first-born on the kingly throne,</p> + <p class="i2">The first-born in the hall,—</p> + <p>God sent his awful mandate forth,</p> + <p class="i2">And death passed over all.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>No house remained in this proud land</p> + <p class="i2">Which mourned not for its dead,</p> + <p>And every street was filled with gloom,</p> + <p class="i2">And every heart with dread.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>At midnight was the message sent—</p> + <p class="i2">It was an awful hour,</p> + <p>Proclaiming man’s impotency</p> + <p class="i2">And God’s eternal power.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>The mighty monarch, struck with awe,</p> + <p class="i2">Dismissed the people then;</p> + <p>Contending with Omnipotence</p> + <p class="i2">He felt indeed was vain.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>And how were Israel employed</p> + <p class="i2">When light around them shone?</p> + <p>They then prepared the paschal lamb,</p> + <p class="i2">And stood with sandals on;</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Staves in their hands, loins girded too,</p> + <p class="i2">They waited the command</p> + <p>To throw their loosened shackles off,</p> + <p class="i2">And seek the promised land.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page66" title="66"> </a>But first they ate the passover,</p> + <p class="i2">And freely sprinkled round</p> + <p>The blood of an unblemished lamb,</p> + <p class="i2">In whom no spot was found.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>And the destroying angel passed</p> + <p class="i2">Harmless o’er every door</p> + <p>Whose side-posts and whose lintels, too,</p> + <p class="i2">Faith’s striking symbol bore.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Now let us pause and ask our hearts</p> + <p class="i2">If we have aught to learn,</p> + <p>If very many teaching things</p> + <p class="i2">We cannot here discern?</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Is there not “darkness to be <em>felt</em>”</p> + <p class="i2">In Egypt at this hour?</p> + <p>And does she not refuse to bow</p> + <p class="i2">Before Jehovah’s power?</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>And oh! when God’s own Israel</p> + <p class="i2">Would break the oppressor’s chain,</p> + <p>Does she approach His sacred throne</p> + <p class="i2">And supplicate in vain?</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Ah, no! upon the captive still</p> + <p class="i2">Is poured a flood of light,</p> + <p>While he prepares for better worlds</p> + <p class="i2">To take his joyous flight.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page67" title="67"> </a>His bonds are burst, he only waits</p> + <p class="i2">The omnipotent command</p> + <p>To journey forth,—his armor’s on,</p> + <p class="i2">His staff within his hand.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Not settled down in carnal ease,</p> + <p class="i2">This world is not his home,</p> + <p>A pilgrim and a stranger here,</p> + <p class="i2">He seeks for one to come.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Christ is his holy passover,</p> + <p class="i2">He has a part in Him;</p> + <p>For he applies his blood, in faith,</p> + <p class="i2">To purify from sin.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>But oh! with very bitter herbs</p> + <p class="i2">It must be eaten still;</p> + <p>Suffering is yet the lot of those</p> + <p class="i2">Who do their Master’s will.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>And let the Christian not forget,</p> + <p class="i2">Israel was bid to stay</p> + <p>Within the shelter of the tent</p> + <p class="i2">Until the opening day.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>And God is now his people’s tent,</p> + <p class="i2">In Him may we abide;</p> + <p>Then though the faith will oft be proved,</p> + <p class="i2">The patience oft be tried,</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page68" title="68"> </a>An hour of sweet release will come,</p> + <p class="i2">And all the pilgrim band,</p> + <p>By flame and cloud alternate led,</p> + <p class="i2">Attain the promised land;</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>And wearing there the crown of joy,</p> + <p class="i2">And carrying, too, the palm,</p> + <p>Eternally ascribe the praise</p> + <p class="i2">To God and to the Lamb.</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">6th mo., 1836. <span class="author">E. P. K.</span></p> + +</div> +<div id="item_32" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page69" title="69"> </a> + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">The</span> last look is taken, the last word is said—</p> + <p>Haste away o’er the waves, then, glad tidings to spread;</p> + <p>Thy Master has called thee, no longer delay,</p> + <p>His work it is glorious, haste, haste thee away.</p> + <p>Come, set the sails, mariner, now we’re off shore,</p> + <p>Then weep for the loved ones thou leavest no more;</p> + <p>He is faithful who promised, thou heard’st Him declare</p> + <p>That all thou intrusts to his fatherly care</p> + <p>He will keep in the sheltering fold of his love,</p> + <p>Where nothing shall harm them and nothing shall move.</p> + <p>He will suffer no plague nigh thy dwelling to come,</p> + <p>And His angels shall guard thee wherever thou roam;</p> + <p>No weapon shall prosper that’s formed against thee,</p> + <p>For the truth thou hast loved, shield and buckler shall be.</p> + <p>This the heritage is of the child of the Lord,</p> + <p>Of him who confides in his covenant word,</p> + <p>And freely forsakes, when his Saviour commands,</p> + <p>His brethren, and sisters, and children, and lands.</p> + <p>Though the ocean may roar, and earth shake with the swell,</p> + <p>His home is in Jesus, and all will be well;</p> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page70" title="70"> </a>Though the mountains depart, and the hills may remove,</p> + <p>He quietly rests ’neath the wing of His love.</p> + <p>He knows that the work of the righteous is peace,</p> + <p>That the blessed effect thereof never shall cease;</p> + <p>A gracious assurance of quietude here,</p> + <p>And bliss without end in a holier sphere.</p> + <p>So, Christian, God speed thee, and should the storm lower,</p> + <p>Cast firmly thine anchor, and trust in His power.</p> + <p>His voice than the billows is mightier far,</p> + <p>And His mercy is o’er thee a safe guiding star.</p> + <p>But oh! when the clouds have all vanished away,</p> + <p>And life smiles around thee, a bright summer’s day,</p> + <p>When the breeze wafts thee onward, and no rocks appear,</p> + <p>Then, Christian, thine hour of peril is near;</p> + <p>The world may frown on thee, but oh! should it smile,</p> + <p>Come apart to the desert, and rest thee awhile.</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">1837. <span class="author">E. P. K.</span></p> + +</div> +<div id="item_33" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page71" title="71"> </a> + + <h2>TO A FRIEND.</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">Ah!</span> be not sad, though adverse winds may blow,</p> + <p class="i2">Thy patience and thy fortitude to prove;</p> + <p>Thy Saviour wears no frown upon his brow,—</p> + <p class="i2">“’Tis but the graver countenance of love.”</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Though clouds and darkness round about him roll,</p> + <p class="i2">In righteousness and truth He sits enthroned;</p> + <p>And precious in His sight the immortal soul,</p> + <p class="i2">For whose deep stain of guilt His love atoned.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>He makes our dearest earthly comforts flee,</p> + <p class="i2">Or, e’en when clustering round us, bids them pall,</p> + <p>That thus the “altogether lovely,”—He,—</p> + <p class="i2">“Chief of ten thousand,” may be all in all.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>And hast thou not some blissful moments known,</p> + <p class="i2">Even while bowed beneath the chast’ning rod,</p> + <p>When to thy humble spirit it was shown</p> + <p class="i2">That glorious is the “City of thy God?”</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Hast thou not seen the King in beauty there,</p> + <p class="i2">And has He not assured thy fainting heart,</p> + <p>That from His reconciled, His child and heir,</p> + <p class="i2">The covenant of His peace would ne’er depart?</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page72" title="72"> </a>Has He not fully satisfied thy soul</p> + <p class="i2">With the pure river of His joy and love,</p> + <p>Subdued each murmuring thought to his control,</p> + <p class="i2">And stayed thy mind on changeless things above?</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>When He, thou callest “Abba, Father,” placed</p> + <p class="i2">The earnest of adoption in thine heart,</p> + <p>Thou wast engraven, ne’er to be effaced,* <span class="footnote">* John 10:28.</span></p> + <p class="i2">Upon His holy hands, and His thou art.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Then doubt no more, for the omniscient God,</p> + <p class="i2">All whose mysterious ways are just and true,</p> + <p>In life will comfort with his staff and rod,</p> + <p class="i2">Be near in death, and guide thee safely through.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>And when the race is run, the victory given,</p> + <p class="i2">How sweet with the redeemed to bear the palm,</p> + <p>Ten thousand times ten thousand saints in Heaven,</p> + <p class="i2">Who hymn eternal praises to the Lamb!</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">1837. <span class="author">E. P. K.</span></p> +</div> +<div id="item_34" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page73" title="73"> </a> + + <h2>FAREWELL.</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">Fare</span> thee well, we’ve no wish to detain thee,</p> + <p class="i2">For the loved ones are bidding thee come,</p> + <p>And, we know, a bright welcome awaits thee</p> + <p class="i2">In the smiles and the sunshine of home,</p> + <p>Thou art safe on the crest of the billow,</p> + <p class="i2">And safe in the depths of the sea;</p> + <p>For the God we have worshipped together</p> + <p class="i2">Is Almighty, and careth for <em>thee</em>.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>And when, in the home of thy fathers,</p> + <p class="i2">Thy fervent petition shall rise</p> + <p>For the loved who are circling around thee,</p> + <p class="i2">The joy and delight of thine eyes,</p> + <p>Oh, then, for the weak and the faltering,</p> + <p class="i2">Should a prayer, as sweet incense, ascend</p> + <p>To the God we have worshipped together,</p> + <p class="i2">Remember thy far-distant friend.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>We miss the calm light of thy spirit,</p> + <p class="i2">We miss thy encouraging smile;</p> + <p>But we bless the unslumbering Shepherd</p> + <p class="i2">Who sent thee to cheer us awhile.</p> + <p>The light, which burned brightly among us,</p> + <p class="i2">We rejoiced for a season to see,</p> + <p>For the God we have worshipped together</p> + <p class="i2">Gave a halo of glory to thee.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page74" title="74"> </a>But didst thou not point to another,</p> + <p class="i2">A brighter, an <em>unsetting</em> sun?</p> + <p>For thou preached not thyself to us, brother,</p> + <p class="i2">But Jesus, the Crucified One.</p> + <p>May He be thy rock and thy refuge,</p> + <p class="i2">In Him thy “strong confidence” be;</p> + <p>For the God we have worshipped together</p> + <p class="i2">Still loveth and careth for thee.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Oh! mayst thou abide ’neath the shadow</p> + <p class="i2">Of Immanuel’s sheltering wing,</p> + <p>And continue proclaiming the goodness</p> + <p class="i2">Of Zion’s all-glorious King,</p> + <p>Till the sun shall be turned into darkness,</p> + <p class="i2">The moon in obscurity be;</p> + <p>And the God we have worshipped together,</p> + <p class="i2">Be a “light everlasting” to thee.</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">9th mo. 10th, 1840. <span class="author">E. P. K.</span></p> +</div> +<div id="item_35" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page75" title="75"> </a> + + <h2>THE LAST DAY.</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">The</span> God of glory thundereth! who hath not heard His voice,</p> + <p>Bidding the sinner tremble, and the pure in heart rejoice?</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Yes, yes, the sinner trembleth, for the Judge is on His throne,</p> + <p>Rendering to all a recompense for the deeds which they have done,</p> + <p>For the mercies they have slighted, and the time they have destroyed,</p> + <p>For the idols they have worshipped, and the talents misemployed.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>But the pure in heart rejoiceth, because for him doth blend,</p> + <p>In the Judge of all the universe, a Saviour and a Friend;</p> + <p>He looketh up confidingly, with unpresumptuous eye,</p> + <p>And smiling says, “My Father, on Thy mercy I rely!”</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>The God of glory thundereth! How awful is His voice,</p> + <p>Bidding the sinner tremble, and the pure in heart rejoice?</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page76" title="76"> </a>Yes, yes, the sinner trembleth, for his robes are still defiled,</p> + <p>To the God of love and purity he is not reconciled;</p> + <p>Yet He is seated on His throne in fearful, dread array,</p> + <p>Before whose face both heaven and earth shall swiftly flee away.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>But the pure in heart rejoiceth, for his robes are free from stain,</p> + <p>And not one dark, defiling spot shall cleave to them again;</p> + <p>Made white beneath the fountain which flowed from Jesus’ side,</p> + <p>So as “no fuller on the earth could whiten them” beside.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>The God of glory thundereth! still louder is His voice,</p> + <p>Bidding the sinner tremble, and the pure in heart rejoice.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Yes, yes, the sinner trembleth, for his day of grace is o’er,</p> + <p>The Bridegroom hath arisen, and closed is mercy’s door;</p> + <p>That grace he long resisted, how did it plead in vain!</p> + <p>And now its sweet persuasive strains will ne’er be heard again.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page77" title="77"> </a>But the pure in heart rejoiceth, his lamp is burning bright,</p> + <p>And welcome is the cry to him, though heard at dead of night,</p> + <p>“Behold, the Bridegroom cometh!” Oh, what joy to enter in</p> + <p>Where the nations that are saved, their Sabbath shall begin.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>The God of glory thundereth! yet louder is His voice,</p> + <p>Bidding the sinner tremble, and the pure in heart rejoice.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Well may the sinner tremble, and quake with fear and dread,</p> + <p>For the last trump is sounding and the sea gives up her dead.</p> + <p>The Books, the Books are opened! awestruck his eyes behold</p> + <p>That in the unfolded Book of Life his name is not enrolled.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>But the pure in heart rejoiceth, he hath heard a welcome home;</p> + <p>With songs of joy and gladness unto Zion he is come;</p> + <p>“Well done, thou faithful servant! to <em>thee</em> it shall be given</p> + <p>To see thy Saviour as He is, and reign with Him in Heaven.”</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page78" title="78"> </a>But the great men and the captains and the chief men, where are they?</p> + <p>And the sellers of the souls of men upon this fearful day?</p> + <p>They are calling on the mountains and on the rocks to fall,</p> + <p>And hide them from the wrath of Him who died to save them all.</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">1845. <span class="author">E. P. G.</span></p> + +</div> +<div id="item_36" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page79" title="79"> </a> + + <h2>THE REUNION OF SIR T. F. BUXTON AND + ELIZABETH FRY.</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">They</span> have met, they have met! now their pinions unfurl</p> + <p class="i2">In that city whose pavement is gold,</p> + <p>Whose every gate is of one liquid pearl,</p> + <p class="i2">And her beauty and glory untold;</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>That city, which needeth no light from the sun,</p> + <p class="i2">Where the moon sheds her lustre no more,</p> + <p>But where, in the smile of the Crucified One,</p> + <p class="i2">Countless myriads bow down and adore.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>One by one are the loved ones all gathering there,</p> + <p class="i2">In white robes they encircle the throne;</p> + <p>Oh! what bliss to unite where sin cannot blight,</p> + <p class="i2">And where parting and death are unknown.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>They are come to Mount Zion, the city of God;</p> + <p class="i2">They are joined to the glorified throng;</p> + <p>One pathway of sorrow by all has been trod,</p> + <p class="i2">All sing one harmonious song.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Omnipotent Lord, just and true are Thy ways!</p> + <p class="i2">Thy works great and marvellous are!</p> + <p>Oh! who shall not fear Thee and echo Thy praise,</p> + <p class="i2">And Thy glory and honor declare.</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">1845. <span class="author">E. P. G.</span></p> + +</div> +<div id="item_37" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page80" title="80"> </a> + + <h2>ON THE DEATH OF ELIZABETH FRY AND + SIR T. F. BUXTON.</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">Ye</span> have met, ye have met, disencumbered of pain,</p> + <p class="i2">Of sorrow, and sickness, and care;</p> + <p>And the slave and the prisoner, now freed from their chain,</p> + <p class="i2">Have rejoicingly welcomed you there.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>The true light now shines and the darkness is past,</p> + <p class="i2">For that which is perfect is come,</p> + <p>And your pure loving spirits are gathered at last,</p> + <p class="i2">In their only congenial home.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>May the balm of your memory steal through the soul,</p> + <p class="i2">Like a gale from Arabia the blest,</p> + <p>Exert o’er the feelings a sacred control,</p> + <p class="i2">And hush every murmur to rest!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>In the world we shall seek your resemblance in vain,</p> + <p class="i2">Your places shall know you no more;</p> + <p>Yet who by a wish would recall you again?</p> + <p class="i2">For the days of your mourning are o’er.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page81" title="81"> </a>The King in His beauty your eyes now behold,</p> + <p class="i2">He has sweetly dispelled all your fears;</p> + <p>To the well-spring of waters the Lamb leads His fold,</p> + <p class="i2">And God wipes away all their tears.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Great grace was upon you, and oh! unto us</p> + <p class="i2">May a manifold portion be given,</p> + <p>That through pardoning love we may mingle above.</p> + <p class="i2">A circle unbroken in Heaven!</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">1845. <span class="author">E. P. G.</span></p> + + +</div> +<div id="item_38" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page82" title="82"> </a> + <h2>EPHESIANS 4:32.</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">“The</span> accuser of the brethren!”</p> + <p class="i2">How fitting is the name!</p> + <p>Since the creation of the world</p> + <p class="i2">His business is the same;</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Bringing false accusations,</p> + <p class="i2">Sowing the seeds of strife,</p> + <p>Watching the halting of the saints,</p> + <p class="i2">And striking at the life.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>If with the aspersed one he should fail,</p> + <p class="i2">The asperser’s sure to fall;</p> + <p>For, losing Christian charity,</p> + <p class="i2">Have we not lost our all?</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Ye know not, vain contenders,</p> + <p class="i2">What spirit ye are of;</p> + <p>Alas! ye are weak “defenders”</p> + <p class="i2">Of “the faith that works by love,”</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Which purifies the feelings,</p> + <p class="i2">And makes all sweet within,</p> + <p>Tenders the heart before the Lord,</p> + <p class="i2">And keeps the spirit clean.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page83" title="83"> </a>Go and adorn the doctrine</p> + <p class="i2">Ye are feigning to approve,</p> + <p>And seek for strength to follow Him</p> + <p class="i2">Whose first, best name is Love.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>But cease from defamation;</p> + <p class="i2">The poet says ’tis worse</p> + <p>To steal his <em>reputation</em></p> + <p class="i2">Than rob him of his <em>purse</em>.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Look home, look home, defamers,</p> + <p class="i2">There’s business there for <em>you</em>;</p> + <p>Weed well your own deceitful hearts,</p> + <p class="i2">You’ll find enough to do.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Perhaps <em>that</em> God, before whose glance</p> + <p class="i2">Each soul unveiled appears,</p> + <p>Sees that thy brother’s work is done,</p> + <p class="i2">While thine is in arrears.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Then leave, ah! leave the little mote</p> + <p class="i2">Which thou, and thou alone,</p> + <p>Mark’st in his eye, and take away</p> + <p class="i2">The beam that blinds thine own.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><em>Thou</em> hast had much, yea <em>much</em> forgiven;</p> + <p class="i2">Then is it just and right,</p> + <p>From him, who is thy fellow worm,</p> + <p class="i2">To exact the utmost mite?</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page84" title="84"> </a>“Judge not,” the blessed Jesus said,</p> + <p class="i2">“Judgment is mine alone;</p> + <p>He only who has never sinned</p> + <p class="i2">Should dare to cast a stone.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>“But love thy neighbor as thyself,</p> + <p class="i2">His friend, his helper be,</p> + <p>And show <em>that</em> mercy unto him</p> + <p class="i2">Which God has shown to thee.”</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">1845. <span class="author">E. P. G.</span></p> + + +</div> +<div id="item_39" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page85" title="85"> </a> + <h2>AT A TIME OF DEEP PROVING.</h2> + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">Poor</span> throbbing heart! the battle wave of life</p> + <p>Beats strong against thee, yet thou strugglest on,</p> + <p>Breasting the mighty billows, though no kind, well-known voice,</p> + <p>When the great mountain wave threatens to o’erwhelm,</p> + <p>Whispers the soul-reviving words, “Be of good cheer,</p> + <p>The port is nearing fast!” Instead of this</p> + <p>Is heard the mournful moan of the discourager,</p> + <p>Portending peril, shipwreck, loss of all.</p> + <p class="i10">But ah! poor struggling heart!</p> + <p>An eye is over thee, a Father’s eye,</p> + <p>Of tender love and pity. There is <strong class="special_emphasis">One</strong></p> + <p>Whose voice is mightier than the noise</p> + <p>Of many waters, who sitteth on the flood</p> + <p>And reigneth King forever.</p> + <p>He sees thee breast the wave, upheld alone</p> + <p>By childlike trust and confidence in Him,</p> + <p>And through the storm is heard His gentle tone,</p> + <p>“Daughter, be comforted,—thy faith hath saved thee.”</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">12th mo., 1850. <span class="author">E. P. G.</span></p> +</div> +<div id="item_40" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page86" title="86"> </a> + + <blockquote class="epigram"> + <p>The Lord’s portion is his people, Jacob is the lot of his inheritance. He + found him in a desert land, and in the waste howling wilderness. He led + him about, he instructed him, he kept him as the apple of his eye. As an + eagle stirreth up her nest, fluttereth over her young, spreadeth abroad her + wings, taketh them, beareth them on her wings, so the Lord alone did lead + him, and there was no strange god with him.—<span class="citation">Deut.</span> 32: 9-12.</p> + + <p class="author"><cite>T. E.’s Sermon.</cite></p> + </blockquote> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">When</span> the eagle finds her brood is fledged,</p> + <p class="i2">She stirreth up the nest;</p> + <p>Gently she fluttereth over it,</p> + <p class="i2">And breaketh up their rest.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>She taketh them, she beareth them,</p> + <p class="i2">She spreadeth abroad her wings,</p> + <p>Then soars aloft to a purer air</p> + <p class="i2">Above terrestrial things.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Thus, when the heart with the cares of time</p> + <p class="i2">Is burdened and oppressed,</p> + <p>’Tis only the parent hand of love</p> + <p class="i2">That is stirring up the nest.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>He found us in the wilderness</p> + <p class="i2">When no strange god was nigh,</p> + <p>He instructed us, He kept us</p> + <p class="i2">As “the apple of His eye.”</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Now His wing is fluttering over us</p> + <p class="i2">And stirring up the nest,</p> + <p>For the Lord alone is leading us</p> + <p class="i2">To His bright and glorious rest.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page87" title="87"> </a>The shining host of ransomed ones</p> + <p class="i2"><em>There</em> worship and adore;</p> + <p>Fulness of joy their portion is,</p> + <p class="i2">Pleasure forever more.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Then be glad when the Father teaches us</p> + <p class="i2">That this is not our rest,</p> + <p>And bless the hand of sparing love</p> + <p class="i2">That stirreth up the nest.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>For those who know no chastisement</p> + <p class="i2">Are not the sons of God;</p> + <p>He chooseth His adopted ones</p> + <p class="i2">Beneath the chastening rod.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Thus, when the fond heart reareth up</p> + <p class="i2">A little ark of rest,</p> + <p>How soon the fluttering wing is heard</p> + <p class="i2">That stirreth up the nest!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>But ah! He spreadeth it abroad,</p> + <p class="i2">And teacheth us to soar</p> + <p>To the realms of cloudless blessedness,</p> + <p class="i2">Where change is known no more.</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">1850. <span class="author">E. P. G.</span></p> + + +</div> +<div id="item_41" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page88" title="88"> </a> + + <h2>WILLIAM FORSTER.</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">Ah!</span> know ye not in Israel</p> + <p class="i2">A prince is fallen to-day,</p> + <p>A just man, from the ills to come,</p> + <p class="i2">In mercy called away!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>The Church is clothed in mourning,</p> + <p class="i2">Who shall supply her loss?</p> + <p>A standard bearer’s quit the field,</p> + <p class="i2">A soldier of the cross.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>On mission high and holy</p> + <p class="i2">He braved the watery main,</p> + <p>And many a faithful heart rejoiced</p> + <p class="i2">To welcome him again.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Thrice had the veteran warrior</p> + <p class="i2">Nobly forsaken all,</p> + <p>And trod our western wilderness</p> + <p class="i2">Obedient to His call,</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Whose voice he knew from childhood,</p> + <p class="i2">And followed where it led,</p> + <p>For perfect love reigned over him,</p> + <p class="i2">And banished fear and dread.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page89" title="89"> </a>Meekly he journeyed onward,</p> + <p class="i2">Unmoved by praise or blame;</p> + <p>The mark was always kept in view,</p> + <p class="i2">And steady was his aim.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Unfaltering trust in Jesus</p> + <p class="i2">Had ever nerved his arm;</p> + <p>He knew His shield of love was near,</p> + <p class="i2">Protecting him from harm.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Like Paul, he “went from house to house,”</p> + <p class="i2">And boldly preached the word,</p> + <p>And many souls, accepting it,</p> + <p class="i2">Were gathered to the Lord;</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>While from his heart and from his lips,</p> + <p class="i2">As onward he would pass,</p> + <p>Fell gentle benedictions,</p> + <p class="i2">As showers upon the grass.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Nor from the galling chains of sin</p> + <p class="i2">Alone he sought to free;</p> + <p>However named, the bondsman claimed</p> + <p class="i2">His whole-souled sympathy.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Bending beneath a weight of care,</p> + <p class="i2">A pilgrimage of years,</p> + <p>Before the rulers of the land</p> + <p class="i2">Behold him plead with tears!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page90" title="90"> </a>For poor down-trodden Africa</p> + <p class="i2">He lifts his latest breath,</p> + <p>And, with her name upon his lips,</p> + <p class="i2">Sinks in the arms of death.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Thoughts of the distant and the loved</p> + <p class="i2">Came thronging to his heart;</p> + <p>He felt ’twere sweet to be with them,</p> + <p class="i2">Yet sweeter to depart.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>“Better to go and be with Christ,”</p> + <p class="i2">Were the blest words he said;</p> + <p>Then, in the midst of bonds and chains,</p> + <p class="i2">The enfranchised spirit fled;</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>And in a far-off stranger land,</p> + <p class="i2">Near Holston’s billowy wave,</p> + <p>A voice is calling silently</p> + <p class="i2">From that lone martyr’s grave.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Oppressor, list its meaning!</p> + <p class="i2">It is to <em>thee</em> it calls;</p> + <p>Ah! heed the solemn warning voice</p> + <p class="i2">Before the judgment falls.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>It tells thee that a martyr’s prayers</p> + <p class="i2">Are heard in highest Heaven,</p> + <p>That soon the shackles of the slave</p> + <p class="i2">In mercy shall be riven.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page91" title="91"> </a>God will avenge his own elect</p> + <p class="i2">Who are groaning to be free;</p> + <p>His promises are sure: “He will</p> + <p class="i2">Avenge them speedily.”</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>But where will be the oppressor</p> + <p class="i2">In that soul-searching day,</p> + <p>When perfect truth and equity</p> + <p class="i2">Have undivided sway?</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Quailing before the majesty</p> + <p class="i2">Of the Omniscient One,</p> + <p>Dealers in slaves and souls of men</p> + <p class="i2">Will feel their work is done;</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>And, bowed beneath that word of God</p> + <p class="i2">Which pierces like a sword,</p> + <p>Call on the rocks to hide them</p> + <p class="i2">From the presence of the Lord.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>But Mercy’s voice is whispering,</p> + <p class="i2">Immanuel died to save,</p> + <p>And he designs rich fruit shall spring</p> + <p class="i2">From that lone martyr’s grave.</p> + </div> + </div> + + <p class="dateline">1854. <span class="author">E. P. G.</span></p> + +</div> +<div id="item_42" class="item"> <a class="pagenum" id="page92" title="92"> </a> + <h2>ALL ALONE.</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p><span class="first_word">Alas!</span> they have left me all alone</p> + <p class="i2">By the receding tide;</p> + <p>But oh! the countless multitudes</p> + <p class="i2">Upon the other side!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>The loved, the lost, the cherished ones,</p> + <p class="i2">Who dwelt with us awhile,</p> + <p>To scatter sunbeams on our path,</p> + <p class="i2">And make the desert smile.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>The other side! how fair it is!</p> + <p class="i2">Its loveliness untold,</p> + <p>Its “every several gate a pearl,”</p> + <p class="i2">Its streets are paved with gold.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Its sun shall never more go down,</p> + <p class="i2">For there is no night there!</p> + <p>And oh! what heavenly melodies</p> + <p class="i2">Are floating through the air!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>How sweet to join the ransomed ones</p> + <p class="i2">On the other side the flood,</p> + <p>And sing a song of praise to Him</p> + <p class="i2">Who washed us in His blood.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p><a class="pagenum" id="page93" title="93"> </a>Ten thousand times ten thousand</p> + <p class="i2">Are hymning the new song!</p> + <p>O Father, join Thy weary child</p> + <p class="i2">To that triumphant throng!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>But oh! I would be patient,</p> + <p class="i2">“My times are in Thy hand,”</p> + <p>“And glory, glory dwelleth</p> + <p class="i2">In Immanuel’s land.”</p> + </div> + </div> + <p class="dateline">1875. <span class="author">E. P. G.</span></p> +</div> +<div id="the_end"> </div> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Heart Utterances at Various Periods of +a Chequered Life., by Eliza Paul Kirkbride Gurney + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HEART UTTERANCES *** + +***** This file should be named 25599-h.htm or 25599-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/2/5/5/9/25599/ + +Produced by Bethanne M. 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