THE COLUMBINE. STILL, still my eye will gaze long fixed on thee, Till I forget that I am calleḍ a man, And at thy side fast-rooted seem to be, And the breeze comes my cheek with thine to fan. My weary eyes shall close like folding flowers in sleep. THE NEW BIRTH. "Tis a new life; thoughts move not as they did With slow uncertain steps across my mind, In thronging haste fast pressing on they bid The portals open to the viewless wind That comes not save when in the dust is laid The crown of pride that gilds each mortal brow, The heavens and earth; their walls are falling now. Fast crowding on, each thought asks utterance strong; Storm-lifted waves swift rushing to the shore, On from the sea they send their shouts along, Back through the cave-worn rocks their thunders roar; And I a child of God by Christ made free THE SON. FATHER I wait thy word. The sun doth stand The tongue of time abides the appointed hour, IN HIM WE LIVE. FATHER! I bless thy name that I do live, And in each motion am made rich with thee, That when a glance is all that I can give, It is a kingdom's wealth if I but see; This stately body cannot move, save I Will to its nobleness my little bring; My voice its measured cadence will not try, Save I with every note consent to sing; I cannot raise my hands to hurt or bless, But I with every action must conspire ; To show me there how little I possess, And yet that little more than I desire; May each new act my new allegiance prove, Till in thy perfect love I ever live and move. ENOCH. I LOOKED to find a man who walked with God, Though gladdened millions on his footstool trod, That none its melodies like him could hear; Yet none like David turned a willing ear; Had hewn him lofty shrines of stone and wood, The only temple he delights to fill. 9 |