Guided by her, along the mountain road, Far through the twilight of the morn, With hurrying footsteps from th' accurs'd abode He sees the holy household borne: Angels, or more, on either hand are nigh, To speed them o'er the tempting plain, Lingering in heart, and with frail sidelong eye Seeking how near they may unharm'd remain. "Ah wherefore gleam those upland slopes so fair? "And why, through every woodland arch, "Swells yon bright vale, as Eden rich and rare, "Where Jordan winds his stately march; "If all must be forsaken, ruin'd all, 66 66 "If God have planted but to burn ?— Surely not yet th' avenging shower will fall, Though to my home for one last look I turn." Thus while they waver, surely long ago They had provoked the withering blast, But that the merciful Avengers know Their frailty well, and hold them fast. "Haste, for thy life escape, nor look behind"— Ever in thrilling sounds like these They check the wandering eye, severely kind, And when, o'erwearied with the steep ascent, One little spot of ground in mercy lent, Oft in his pity o'er his children weak, His hand withdraws the penal fire, And where we fondly cling, forbears to wreak Thus, by the merits of one righteous man, The Church, our Zoar, shall abide, Though in the Church thou know thy place, The mountain farther lies-there seek thy goal, There breathe at large, o'erpast thy dangerous race. Sweet is the smile of home; the mutual look When hearts are of each other sure; Sweet all the joys that crowd the household nook, The haunt of all affections pure; Yet in the world even these abide, and we Above the world our calling boast: Once gain the mountain top, and thou art free: Till then, who rest, presume; who turn to look, are lost. SECOND SUNDAY IN LENT. And when Esau heard the words of his father, he cried with a great and exceeding bitter cry, and said unto his father, Bless me, even me also, O my father. Genesis xxvii. 34. (Compare Hebrews xii. 17. He found no place for repentance, though he sought it carefully with tears.) "AND is there in God's world so drear a place "Where the loud bitter cry is rais'd in vain? "Where tears of penance come too late for grace, "As on th' uprooted flower the genial rain ?" The author earnestly hopes, that nothing in these stanzas will be understood to express any opinion as to the general efficacy of what is called "a death-bed repentance." Such questions are best left in the merciful obscurity with which Scripture has enveloped them. Esau's probation, as far as his birthright was concerned, was quite over when he uttered the cry in the text. His despondency therefore is not parallel to any thing on this side the grave. 'Tis even so the sovereign Lord of souls Stores in the dungeon of his boundless realm Each bolt, that o'er the sinner vainly rolls, With gather'd wrath the reprobate to whelm. Will the storm hear the sailor's piteous cry', Or will the thorns, that strew intemperance' bed, Or from the guiltless bosom turn its course? Then may th' unbodied soul in safety fleet Through the dark curtains of the world above, Fresh from the stain of crime; nor fear to meet The God, whom here she would not learn to love: Then is there hope for such as die unblest, That angel wings may waft them to the shore, Nor need th' unready virgin strike her breast, Nor wait desponding round the bridegroom's door. t Compare Bp. Butler's Analogy, p. 54-64. ed. 1736. But where is then the stay of contrite hearts? Fast link'd as thy great Name to Thee, O Lord: That Name, by which thy faithful oath is past, That we should endless be, for joy or woe:And if the treasures of thy wrath could waste, Thy lovers must their promis'd Heaven forego. But ask of elder days, earth's vernal hour, When in familiar talk God's voice was heard, When at the Patriarch's call the fiery shower Propitious o'er the turf-built shrine appear'd. Watch by our father Isaac's pastoral door The birthright sold, the blessing lost and won, Tell, Heaven has wrath that can relent no more, The Grave, dark deeds that cannot be undone. We barter life for pottage; sell true bliss For wealth or power, for pleasure or renown; Thus, Esau-like, our Father's blessing miss, Then wash with fruitless tears our faded erown. |