And hides his weary eyes to pray, Should change your mystic dance, ye wanderers of the sky? We too, O Lord, would fain command, As then, thy wonder-working hand, And backward force the waves of Time, That now so swift and silent bear Our restless bark from year to year ; Help us to pause and mourn to Thee our tale of crime. Bright hopes, that erst the bosom warm'd, And prayers blown wide by gales of care ;- Like stormy lights on mountain streams, Wavering and broken all, athwart the conscience glare. How shall we 'scape th' o'erwhelming Past? Can spirits broken, joys o'ercast, : And eyes that never more may smile : Can these th' avenging bolt delay, Or win us back one little day The bitterness of death to soften and beguile? Father and Lover of our souls! Though darkly round thine anger rolls, Thy showers would pierce the harden'd ground, And win it to give out its brightness and perfume. 'Thou smil'st on us in wrath, and we, Time's waters will not ebb, nor stay, Power cannot change them, but Love may; What cannot be, Love counts it done. Deep in the heart, her searching view Can read where Faith is fix'd and true, Through shades of setting life can see Heaven's work begun. O Thou, who keep'st the Key of Love, Open thy fount, eternal Dove, And overflow this heart of mine, Till in one blaze of charity Care and remorse are lost, like motes in light divine; Till, as each moment wafts us higher, By every gush of pure desire, And high-breath'd hope of joys above, By every sacred sigh we heave, Whole years of folly we outlive, In His unerring sight, who measures Life by Love. THE CIRCUMCISION OF CHRIST. In whom also ye are circumcised with the circumcision made without hands. Colossians ii. 11. THE year begins with Thee, That blood for sin must flow. Thine infant cries, O Lord, Thy tears upon the breast, Must do its stern behest. Like sacrificial wine Pour'd on a victim's head Are those few precious drops of thine, Now first to offering led. They are the pledge and seal Of Christ's unswerving faith Given to his Sire, our souls to heal, Although it cost his death. They to his church of old, To each true Jewish heart, In Gospel graces manifold Communion blest impart. Now of thy love we deem Mounting in tides against the stream Both theirs and ours Thou art, As we and they are thine; Kings, Prophets, Patriarchs-all have part Along the sacred line. By blood and water too God's mark is set on Thee, That in Thee every faithful view O bond of union, dear And strong as is Thy grace! Saints, parted by a thousand year, May thus in heart embrace. Is there a mourner true, Sighs for the heart-consoling view In spirit may'st thou meet With faithful Abraham here, Whom soon in Eden thou shalt greet A nursing Father dear. |