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And dare I say, "Welcome to me

. 210

220

And dare ye deem God's ire must cease
And shrink ye still?—He nearer draws,
And they who grudge the Omnipotent His praise 156
"And we too, Levites though we be

192 And where is now the Tishbite? Where is he 194 And wouldst thou reach, rash scholar mine, "Are the gates sure ?-is every bolt made fast? Are these the tracks of some unearthly Friend

66

Away, or ere the Lord break forth!

102 218

34

. 203

Banished the House of sacred rest,

Beautiful flowers round Wisdom's secret well
Behold your armoury !-sword, and lightning

Bide thou thy time!

5

124

. 225

"But Faith is cold, and wilful men are strong, 157

But louder yet the heavens shall ring,
But sadder strains, and direr bodings dark,
By your Lord's creative breath,

Cease, Stranger, cease those piercing notes
Christ bade His followers take the sword
Christ only, of God's messengers to man, .
Christ's Church was holiest in her youthful days 175

Come, twinkle in my lonely room,

Dear sainted Friends, I call not you,
Deep in his meditative bower,

Did we but see,

Do not their souls, who 'neath the Altar wait 240
Dread glimpses, even in Gospel times, have been; 212
Dull thunders moan around the Temple Rock,

Each morn and eve, the Golden Keys

196

15

Each trial has its weight; which, whoso bears
Ere yet I left home's youthful shrine,

111

2

109

233

17

Faint not; and fret not, for threatened woe,
Far sadder musing on the traveller falls
Fear not for He hath sworn:

France! I will think of thee, as what thou wast, 143
Full many an eve, and many a morn,

"Give any boon for peace!

God of our Israel! by our favoured sires

76

Hail! gladdening Light, of His pure glory poured 79
Hail, glorious Lights, kindled at God's own urn 115
Hark! Baal's praise resounds from countless choirs 192
Heard ye? the unerring Judge is at the door! 181
He spake He died and rose again—

:

. 77

. 66

1 186

How didst thou start, Thou Holy Baptist, bid

'How long endure this priestly scorn,

How long, O Lord of grace,

How shall a child of God fulfil

I bear upon my brow the sign

I bow at Jesus' name, for 'tis the Sign

I dreamed that, with a passionate complaint,

I have been honoured and obeyed

I sat beneath an olive's branches grey
I saw thee once, and nought discerned

I thought to meet no more, so dreary seem'd
If e'er I fall beneath Thy rod

If waiting by the time-crown'd halls,
In childhood, when with eager eyes
Into God's word as in a palace fair
Is He not near?-look up and see:

. 197

49

. 120

. 219

Is there no sound about our Altars heard

154

Latest born of Jesse's race

70

Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, 28

Let others sing thy heathen praise,

117

Lord, I have fasted, I have prayed,

Lord, in this dust Thy sovereign voice

25

Man is permitted much

Many the guileless years the Patriarch spent,
Methought I saw a face divinely fair,

Mid Balak's magic fires

Mortal! if e'er thy spirits faint,

23

Moses, the patriot fierce, became
Mother! and hast thou left thy child

My Father's hope! my childhood's dream!
My home is now a thousand mile away;
My smile is bright, my glance is free

. 167

"No joy of mine to invite the thunder down,
Nor wants there Seraph warnings, morn and eve, 200
Now is the Autumn of the Tree of Life ;
Now the stars are lit in heaven,

O aged Saint! far off I heard

O comrade bold of toil and pain!

O Father, list a sinner's call!

O Heart of fire! misjudged by sinful man,

Oh! miserable power

Oh prophet, tell me not of peace,

Oh! surely Scorner is his name

171
74

235

O that thy creed were sound!

O Lord and Christ, Thy Churches of the south 140

O Lord, I hear, but can it be

16

O Lord when sin's close marshalled line.
O Mother Church of Rome! why has thy heart
Once as I brooded o'er my guilty state
Once cast with men of language strange
One only way to life

O piteous race

O purest semblance of the Eternal Son
O rail not at our brethren of the North,
O say not thou art left of God

O specious sin, and Satan's subtle snare
O sweetly tim'd, as e'er was gentle hand

Peace-loving man, of humble heart and true!
Poor wanderers, ye are sore distrest
Prune thou thy words, the thoughts control

"Sad privilege is mine, to show

Say hast thou tracked a traveller's round
Say, who is he, in deserts seen:

Secure in his prophetic strength,

. 135

. 85

. 168

54

. 217

100

Seek we some realm where virgin souls may pray 155
Silence, unworthy! how should tones like thine 104
Son of Sorrow, doom'd by fate

Sons of our Mother! such the indignant strain
"Sunk not the sun behind yon dusky hill
Sweet bird! up earliest in the morn

The ark of God has hidden strength

The ark of God is in the field

39

158

183

. 112

. 176

95

The better portion didst thou choose, Great Heart 27
"The Fathers are in dust, yet live to God;"
The fire of heaven breaks forth,

The flood is round thee, but thy towers as yet
The Holy Jerusalem

The lions prowl around, thy grave to guard
"The Lord hath set me o'er the kings of earth,
"The thing that hath been, it shall be," .
The time has been, it seem'd a precept plain