I'll seek by day some glade unknown, Thy Heaven, on which 'tis bliss to look, I'll read Thy anger in the rack That clouds awhile the day-beam's track; Thy mercy in the azure hue Of sunny brightness breaking through ! There's nothing bright, above, below, There's nothing dark, below, above, CCXVII HARVEST HOME Come, ye thankful people, come, Raise a song of harvest home! All is safely gather'd in, Ere the winter snows begin; T. Moore God, our Maker, doth provide We ourselves are God's own field, For the Lord our God shall come In His garner evermore. Then thou Church triumphant, come, All are safely gather'd in, Free from sorrow, free from sin; In God's garner to abide. Come, ten thousand angels, come, H. Alford CCXVIII JOY TAUGHT BY NATURE The child leans on its parent's breast, His trust in God, and so is blest He has no store, he sows no seed; The heart that trusts for ever sings, Come good or ill: Whate'er to-day, to-morrow, brings, It is His will! I. Williams CCXIX WAVES AND LEAVES Waves, waves, waves ! Graceful arches lit with night's pale gold, Sing and work for God along the strand. Leaves, leaves, leaves ! Beautified by Autumn's scorching breath, Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts! Rolling wave-like on the mind's strange shore, Rustling leaf-like through it evermore, O that they might follow God's good Hand! William Alexander CCXX THE RAINBOW Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud philosophy To teach me what thou art. Still seem as to my childhood's sight, A midway station given, For happy spirits to alight Betwixt the earth and heaven. Can all that optics teach, unfold As when I dreamt of gems and gold When Science from Creation's face What lovely visions yield their place And yet, fair bow, no fabling dreams, Have told why first thy robe of beams When o'er the green undelug'd earth And when its yellow lustre smil'd Methinks thy jubilee to keep Nor ever shall the Muse's eye The earth to thee its incense yields, How glorious is thy girdle cast A thousand fathom down. |