CLXXII. THE GOOD SAMARITAN. O that thy creed were sound! For thou dost sooth the heart, Thou Church of Rome, By thy unwearied watch and varied round Of service, in thy Saviour's holy home. I cannot walk the city's sultry streets, But the wide porch invites to still retreats, Where passion's thirst is calmed, and care's unthank ful gloom. There on a foreign shore The homesick solitary finds a friend: Thoughts, prisoned long for lack of speech, outpour Their tears; and doubts in resignation end. I almost fainted from the long delay, That tangles me within this languid bay, When comes a foe, my wounds with oil and wine to tend. CLXXIII. WHEN I am sad, I say, "What boots it me to strive, And vex my spirit day by day Dead memories to revive? Alas! what good will come, To bring old times triumphant home, Would not our history run In the same weary round, And service, in meek faith begun, Union would give us strength, That strength the earth subdue ; And then comes wealth, and pride at length, And sloth, and prayers untrue." Nay, this is worldly-wise; To reason is a crime, Since the LORD bade His Church arise, In the dark ancient time. He wills that she should shine; CLXXIV. MOSES SEEING THE LAND. My Father's hope! my childhood's dream! Long waited for its glories beam My death is come, but not decay; The keenness of youth's vigorous day Thrills in each nerve and limb. Blest scene! thrice welcome after toil If no deceit I view ; O might my lips but press the soil, Its glorious heights, its wealthy plains, They call but He my steps restrains Ah! now they melt.... they are but shades.... I die !-yet is no rest, O Lord! in store, since Canaan fades But seen, and not possest? 8. WAITING FOR CHRIST. CLXXV. ISRAEL. "And all his sons and all his daughters rose up to comfort him; but he refused to be comforted." O specious sin and Satan's subtle snare, That urges sore each gentlest meekest heart, smart, World-sick to turn within and image there Nor err they not, although that image be God's own, nor to the dead their thoughts be given,— Earth-hating sure, but yet of earth enthralled; For who dare sit at home, and wait to see High Heaven descend, when man from self is called Up through this thwarting outward world to Heaven? |