Yet do I feel more tranquil far That when in transport's young emotion, Oh! there's a holy calm profound 'Tis as a solemn voice from heaven, 'Tis true, it talks of danger nigh, Where pleasure's throb or tears of sorrow Well!-there are some, thou stormy bed, Whose lip hath drain'd life's cup of pleasure, Round misery's brim. Yes-he can smile serene at death: Kind heaven! do thou but chase the weeping Tell them that he lies calmly sleeping MOORE. TO A SICK CHILD. SLEEP breathes at last from out thee, I sit me down and think Of all thy winning ways, Yet almost wish, with sudden shrink, Thy side-long pillowed meekness, Thy thanks to all that aid, Dread memories for years. may demand Sorrows I've had, severe ones— I will not think of now, And calmly, 'midst my dear ones, Ah! first-born of thy mother, To say-" he has departed,". To feel impatient hearted, Yet feel we must bear on, Oh! I could not endure To whisper of such woe, That it will not be so. Yes, still he's fixed and sleeping! Its very hush and creeping Seem whispering us a smile Something divine and dim LEIGH HUNT. ABRAHAM AND ISAAC. IN silence towards Moriah's land, The patriarch leading by the hand, "My father!" spake at length the youth, But where's the lamb, the type of truth, "My son! the lamb God will provide," Calmly, the father said; So on together still they hied, And reached the mountain's head! Behold, the wood in order laid, The mortal lamb prepared, Each rite of worship duly paidThe fatal knife is bar'd; (Type of the sacrifice of HIM, Whose blood, in after years, Washed from mankind the stains of sin, When lo! a voice from Heaven arrests The cherished treasure of his age, Oh! blest obedience! that demands Each sacrifice that Heaven commands, May we, obedient as the youth, Have ABRAHAM's faith, to say, "Lord! when I hear the voice of TRUTH, I will its call obey!" FLORENCE WILSON. |