Twenty-second Sunday after Trinity Twenty-third Sunday after Trinity Twenty-fourth Sunday after Trinity In times of Distress and Danger TO THE MEMORY OF BISHOP HEBER. If it be sad to speak of treasures gone, Yet kindling onward to the perfect day— Hath not thy voice been here amongst us heard? And that deep soul of gentleness and power, Have we not felt its breath in every word, Wont from thy lip,as Hermon's dew,to shower? Yes! in our hearts thy fervent thoughts have burned Of heaven they were, and thither are returned. How shall we mourn thee?-With a lofty trust, Our life's immortal birthright from above, With a glad faith, whose eye, to track the just, Through shades and mysteries lifts a glance of of love, And yet can weep!-for Nature so deplores The friend that leaves us, though for happier shores. And one high tone of triumph o'er thy bier, Not to decay, but unto death hast bowed! Praise, for yet one more name, with power endowed, To cheer and guide us onward as we press, Yet one more image on the heart bestowed, To dwell there-beautiful in holiness! Thine, Heber, thine, whose memory from the dead Shines as the star, which to the Saviour led. FELICIA HEMANS. |