MATRIMONY. THERE is an awe in mortals' joy, To Eden's portal, and those fires What cost us once so dear. We cower before th' heart-searching eye In rapture as in pain ; Even wedded Love, till Thou be nigh, Then in the air she fearless springs, The breath of Heaven beneath her wings, And leaves her woodnote wild, and sings A tun'd and measur'd strain. Ill fare the lay, though soft as dew And free as air it fall, That with thine altar full in view, Thy votaries would enthrall To a foul dream, of heathen night, Far other strains, far other fires, Approaching down the hallow'd aisle ! Where should ye seek Love's perfect smile, But where your prayers were learn'd erewhile, In her own native place? Where, but on His benignest brow, Who waits to bless you here? No bower to Fancy dear: Yet comfort in His eye we read 'Tis He who clasps the marriage band, Then leaves ye kneeling, hand in hand, His Father's dearest blessing, shed Of old on Isaac's nuptial bed, Now on the board before ye spread All blessings of the breast and womb, Of converse high, and sacred home, Only kneel on, nor turn away From the pure shrine, where Christ to-day Will store each flower, ye duteous lay, For an eternal wreath. VISITATION AND COMMUNION OF THE SICK. O YOUTH and Joy, your airy tread Farewell for one short life we part: : I rather woo the soothing art, Which only souls in sufferings tried Where may we learn that gentle spell? How sweet with thee to lift the latch, With joy, wild health can never know, Such have I seen and while they pour'd I came again: the place was bright For high Communion meetly spread, A a |