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66 CAN FIND OUT GOD ?”
If vexing thoughts within me rise,
When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend,
And oh, when I have safely past
SIR ROBERT GRANT.
Can find out God?"
CANNOT find thee! Still on restless pinion
My spirit beats the void where thou dost dwell : I wander lost through all thy vast dominion,
And shrink beneath thy Light ineffable.
I cannot find thee! Even when, most adoring,
Before thy shrine I bend in lowliest prayer, Beyond these bounds of thought, my thought upsoaring,
From furthest quest comes back: Thou art not there.
Yet high above the limits of my seeing,
And folded far within the inmost heart, And deep below the deeps of conscious being,
Thy splendor shineth : there, O God! thou art.
I cannot lose thee! Still in thee abiding,
The end is clear, how wide soe'er I roam;
We will not weep; for God is standing by us,
And tears will blind us to the blessed sight: We will not doubt, if darkness still doth try us,
Our souls have promise of serenest light.
We will not faint, if heavy burdens bind us,
They press no harder than our souls can bear; The thorniest way is lying still behind us,
We shall be braver for the past despair.
O not in doubt shall be our journey's ending;
Sin with its fears shall leave us at the last: All its best hopes in glad fulfillment blending,
Life shall be with us when the Death is past.
Help us, O Father ! when the world is pressing
On our frail hearts, that faint without their friend; Help us, O Father! let thy constant blessing Strengthen our weakness—till the joyful end.
W. H. HURLBURT.
ROM the eternal shadow rounding
All unsure and starlight here,
Bid us be of heart and cheer,
Know we not our dead are looking
Downward, as in sad surprise,
With their mild and earnest eyes ?
Let us draw their mantles o’er us,
Which have fallen in our way:
Calmly, bravely, while we may,
JOHN G. WHITTIER.
Dum vivimus, vivamus."
“And seize the pleasures of the present day !”
MARTHA, THY MAIDEN FOOT.
MARTHA, thy maiden foot is still so light
It leaves no legible trace on virgin snows:
As the fixed beauty of the mossy rose ;
Yet will it change its hue for others' woes,
And Jesus gently did the maid reprove
The Chambered Nautilus.
Sails the unshadowed main
The venturous bark that flings
And coral reefs lie bare,
THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS.
Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl:
Wrecked is the ship of pearl !
And every chambered cell
Before thee lies revealed
Year after year beheld the silent toil
That spread his lustrous coil:
Still as the spiral grew,
Built up its idle door,
Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee,
Child of the wandering sea,
Cast from her lap, forlorn !
While on mine ear it rings,
Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,
As the swift seasons roll !
Leave thy low-vaulted past !
Till thou at length art free,
OLIVER W. HOLMES.