Who ever saw the earliest rose First open her sweet breast? Or, when the summer sun goes down, The first soft star in evening's crown Light up her gleaming crest? Fondly we seek the dawning bloom The gazing eye no change can trace, Then turn, and, lo! 'tis there. But there's a sweeter flower than e'er Blush'd on the rosy spray A brighter star, a richer bloom Than e'er did western heaven illume 'Tis Love, the last best gift of Heaven; Love gentle, holy, pure: But tenderer than a dove's soft eye, The searching sun, the open sky, She never could endure. Even human Love will shrink from sight Here in the coarse rude earth: How then should rash intruding glance Break in upon her sacred trance Who boasts a heavenly birth? So still and secret is her growth, Where deepest strikes her kindly root God only, and good angels, look As when, triumphant o'er his woes, As when the holy Maid beheld Her risen Son and Lord: Thought has not colours half so fair That she to paint that hour may dare, In silence best ador'd. The gracious Dove, that brought from Heaven The earnest of our bliss, Of many a chosen witness telling, So, truest image of the Christ, Old Israel's long-lost son, What time, with sweet forgiving cheer, He could not trust his melting soul Then why should gentle hearts and true No-let the dainty rose awhile Her bashful fragrance hide Rend not her silken veil too soon, To flourish and abide. FIFTH SUNDAY IN LENT. And Moses said, I will now turn aside and see this great sight, why the bush is not burned. Exodus iii. 3. TH' historic Muse, from age to age, Thro' many a waste heart-sickening page But a celestial call to-day Stays her, like Moses, on her way, Far seen across the sandy wild, He thoughtless roam'd and free, Who would not turn and see? z" Seneh :" said to be a sort of Acacia. Along the mountain ledges green The scatter'd sheep at will may gleam The Desert's spicy stores: The while, with undivided heart, The shepherd talks with God apart, Ye too, who tend Christ's wildering flock, To watch the fire upon the mount Caught from that blaze by wrath divine, See Israel's sons, like glowing brands, God will not quench nor slay them quite, But lifts them like a beacon light Th' apostate Church to scare: |