FROM THE ITALIAN OF LORENZO DE' MEDICI. FOLLOW that fervour, O devoted spirit! With which thy Saviour's goodness fires thy breast ; Go where it draws, and when it calls-Oh! hear it, It is thy Shepherd's voice, and leads to rest. In this thy new devotedness of feeling- For, in thy holy and thy happy sadness. If tears or sighs are sometimes sown by thee! Leave them to say "This people's meditation Is vain and idle !"-sit with ear and eye Fix'd upon CHRIST in child-like dedication, O thou inhabitant of Bethany. BISHOP HUBERT. "Tis the hour of even now, When, with pensive, thoughtful brow, Seeking truths as yet unknown, Bishop Hubert walks alone. Fain would he, by earnest thought, Learn the destinies of Man, And Creation's wonders scan. From these data he would trace Hidden mysteries of Grace, Dive into a deeper theme, Solve Redemption's glorious scheme. So he flings aside to-day Mitre's pomp, and crosier's sway, Far he has not roam'd-before, He has found a little child, In the drifted, barren sand From a hollow shell, the while, With the waters of the Sea. Hear the smiling Bishop ask "What can mean such infant task?" Mark that infant's answer plain, "'Tis to hold yon mighty main!" Foolish trifler!"-Hubert cries, Open, if thou canst, thine eyes; Can a shallow, scoop'd by thee, Hope to hold yon boundless sea? transcends "Know'st thou not its space Soon that child-on ocean's brim, While a voice is heard to say Vain must thy researches be. "Canst thou hope to make thine own Secrets known to God alone? Can thy faculties confined Fathom THE ETERNAL MIND?" |