Gifts, fairer far than Magian kings, bestowing Roses, deep-fill'd with rich midsummer's red, And hus it was! a diadem of thorn Earth gave to Him who mantled her with flowers, To him who pour'd forth blessings in soft showers O'er all her paths, a cup of bitter scorn! And we repine, for whom that cup He took, O'er blooms that mock'd our hope, o'er idols that forsook! V. ON A REMEMBERED PICTURE OF CHRIST. An Ecce Homo, by Leonardo da Vinci. I met that image on a mirthful day Of youth; and, sinking with a still'd surprise, Awful, though meek; and now, that from the strings Of my soul's lyre, the tempest's mighty wings Have struck forth tones which then awaken'd lay; Now, that around the deep life of my mind, Affections, deathless as itself, have twined, Oft does the pale bright vision still float by; Sounded all depths of love, grief, death, humanity! VI. THE CHILDREN WHOM JESUS BLEST. Happy were they, the mothers, in whose sight The conscious glory of the Saviour's love! VII. MOUNTAIN SANCTUARIES. "He went up to a mountain apart to pray." A child 'midst ancient mountains I have stood, Where the wild falcons make their lordly nest On high. The spirit of the solitude Fell solemnly upon my infant breast, Though then I pray'd not; but deep thoughts have press'd Into my being since it breathed that air, Nor could I now one moment live the guest Of such dread scenes, without the springs of prayer O'erflowing all my soul. No minsters rise Like them in pure communion with the skies, 22 Vast, silent, open unto night and day; So might the o'erburden'd Son of man have felt, When, turning where inviolate stillness dwelt, He sought high mountains, there apart to pray. VIII. THE LILIES OF THE FIELD. "Consider the lilies of the field." Flowers! when the Saviour's calm benignant eye Fell on your gentle beauty-when from you That heavenly lesson from all hearts he drew, Eternal, universal, as the sky Then, in the bosom of your purity, A voice He set, as in a temple-shrine, And though too oft its low, celestial sound, IX. THE BIRDS OF THE AIR. "And behold the birds of the air." : Ye too, the free and fearless Birds of air, Sing on, before the storm and after, sing! E'en than the first, within th' awaken'd mind; X. THE RAISING OF THE WIDOW'S SON. "And he that was dead sat up and began to speak." He that was dead rose up and spoke-He spoke ! Was it of that majestic world unknown? Those words, which first the bier's dread silence broke, Came they with revelation in each tone? Were the far cities of the nations gone, The solemn halls of consciousness or sleep, For man uncurtain'd by that spirit lone, Back from their portal summon'd o'er the deep? Be hush'd, my soul! the veil of darkness lay Still drawn:-thy Lord call'd back the voice departed, To spread his truth, to comfort his weak-hearted, Not to reveal the mysteries of its way. Oh! take that lesson home in silent faith, Put on submissive strength to meet, not question death! XI. THE OLIVE TREE. The Palm-the Vine-the Cedar-each hath power XII. THE DARKNESS OF THE CRUCIFIXION. On Judah's hills a weight of darkness hung, By the great shadow of that death was flung. |