On this thyme-enamell'd height All the scene that circles thee; Appeal. 1840. Shame on thee, Christian, cold and covetous one! Then use it as thine own; thy mansion there Fear, lest that crushing guilt should fall on thee. Rebuilt. A. D. 1849. Ruin!-Ruin now no more, Nave, quire, and aisles are mapp'd out still, Boldly stands against the sky. Thanks to Him who blesseth us Reconsecrated. MAY 15, 1850. The dews of Hermon rest upon thee now, Fair saint and martyr! and yet once again Faith, hope and charity, like gracious rain, Fall on thy consecrated virgin brow: For lo! the LORD is with thee, as of yore, When in thy desolate gates our earnest vow To leave thee prayerless,—but to win The Word, Sonnet, for St. Ann's, Alderney, CONSECRATED, AUGUST 21, 1850. Arise, O LORD, into thy resting-place, Thou, and thy strength! Be with thy servants here,— To bless their work in faithfulness come near, For thine is all the glory, all the grace: Add then Thy Presence, and in spirit appear To consecrate this House! Not unto us, But thanks be giv'n to Thee, that, (as a bride, Waiteth for heavenly benediction thus "St. Ann's of Alderney," to heav'n restored; may 0 that blessing on her sacred brow Down to her beauteous feet in fulness Now! A Consecration. SHALFORD, OCTOBER 29, 1847. Like some fair Nun, the pious and the chaste, Hark! what a thrilling utterance is there, "Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates,"As God's high priest with apostolic care TO HIM this tent of glory consecrates: Good work! to be remember'd for all time, The seed of mercies endless and sublime. "Come in, thou King of Glory," yea, come in, Rest here awhile, great Conqueror for good! Bless thou this font to cleanse from Adam's sin, Spread thou this table with celestial food! And, kindled by Thy grace to gratitude, May thousands here eternal treasures win, As, hither led, from time to time with joy They seek their Father: lo! before mine eyes Visions and promises of good arise, The tender babe baptized, the stripling boy Confirm'd for godliness, the maid and youth Wedded in love, the man mature made wise, The elder taught in righteousness and truth, And each an heir of life before he dies! A Thousand Lines, etc. 1845. Sloth. "A little more sleep, a little more slumber, In the soft nets of my beautiful brain! Touch not these curtains!—your hand will be tearing Cease your dull lecture on cares and employment, |