THE CHURCH. OH! do not think I slight, or scorn, or hate And giant splendour of her huge estate; A mighty mansion, fit to entertain All nations, whom the mountain or the plain, Or Nature, in the length of time, could generate. And have a Church as ample as the sky, Whence every Church might draw its whole of light, And not divide, but only multiply. Good is your purpose; but, ye English youth, Are ye quite sure that this is perfect truth? RELIGIOUS DIFFERENCES. YEA, we do differ, differ still we must, That faith do wander, like the restless raven, May good be with it! Yet the bird so meek, And brought at last the promise and the pledge Of peace, hath won a dearer privilege, — To be of birds the most beloved of maids,- Of mother's love and wedded purity! And see the mystic dove that sinks and fades In unreflected light on Jordan river, Upon the Mighty Sin Forgiver! Sweet dove, sweet image of the faith that rests All doubts, all questions past, In babe-like love at last, With that dear Babe divine, between the Virgin's breasts. Yes, we do differ when we most agree, If the true life be in our hearts-the faith, Which not to want is death; To want is penance; to desire To hope, is paradise; and to believe Is all of Heaven that earth can e'er receive. WYTHEBURN CHAPEL AND HOSTEL. HERE, traveller, pause and think, and duly think What happy, holy thoughts may heavenward rise, Whilst thou and thy good steed together drink Beneath this little portion of the skies. See! on one side, a humble house of prayer, Where Silence dwells, a maid immaculate, Save when the Sabbath and the priest are there, And some few hungry souls for manna wait. Humble it is and meek and very low, And speaks its purpose by a single bell; But God Himself, and He alone, can know If spiry temples please Him half so well. Then see the world, the world in its best guise, And pity 'tis that other studded door, pray. VOL. II. A A |