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And He-or be thy peaceful way
Will be thy Morning Star.
Safe in the tempest as the calm,
Leading to Jesus' feet.
THY WANDERING BOY.
Has he thy tireless love forgot?
Thy early anxious care-
To prayer, then, sire!—to prayer!
And chosen folly's way,
What can’st thou do but pray?
Is he a wanderer from thy dome
On the world's tossing sea; Where dreaming not of heaven or home
Thy son is lost to thee?
Tells heavily, how frail thy stay,
Perhaps upon the bed of pain,
Away he lies a victim now;
Whose touch might cool his burning brow; While thinking of the holy joy
Thou knew'st, e'er sin knew to betray, For him, that lovely, ruined boy,
Do thou in earnest, pray.
By the bright spring of childhood's love,
That in his countenance once shone; The eyes where meekness like a dove
Sat once—the brow, contentment's throne: The beauty that unto thy heart
Appeals with power of boyhood's day, Go, aged father! weep apart
And trembling, hoping, pray.
And if, for thee, there linger yet
The dregs of this world's bitterest cup, The God thou servest, will not forget
To give thee grace to årink it up; Yet no! not thus will prayer be lost,
Thou yet shalt bless that castaway, And see for him the folly-tost,
The penitent, 'twas good to pray.
SYMBOL of shame-mysterious sign
Of groans, and agonies and blood, Hail, pledge of love and peace divine
Symbol of hope to those that stray,
The pilgrim's step is led to thee; Star of the soul thou guid'st the way
Symbol of tears—I look, and mourn
His woes, whose soul for mine was riven; Where, wanderer, is thy due return
Symbol of empire—thou shalt rise
And shine, where lands in darkness sit, On Indian domes that greet the skies
Symbol of glory-when no more
The monarch seeks a fleeting throne, Thy victim once, shall worlds adore
The God alone.
THE POEMS OF
0, TELL me, while the blessed ones
Once, unto Him in Palestine,
Now, Lord of all, unto his ear
For he that spans the rolling worlds,
But kindly through disparting skies
FIRST AND SECOND VOICES.
Then while in blessedness we walk