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POETRY. ¦ M^iM^M I
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MATIN AND VESPER HYMNSMonday Morning , And so the active week again Its course begins ; and so renew'd
Our moments * busy multitude , Falling like rapid drops of rain , Sink in the grave ;—and so we die : The woods have lost their harmony ; Life ' s sun is set in the gloomy west ; The beauty that gladden'd the eye is faded :
The spirit of joy is hushed to rest ; The smiles which delighted the soul are shaded ; The stars of heaven are clouded , And the glorious brightness of day : And he who on rapture ' s bosom lay , In the funeral bier is shrouded .
Peace smiled from her sanctuary—She smiled , but she smiles no more ; For the grave has closed its prison-door On the pilgrim weak and weary . In frowns and storms the morning calls ; And man , who was yesterday glad and gay As the evening ephemera ,
Like the ephemera falls . Long and sweet is the tired one ' s sleep ; But sweeter his sleep and softer his bed Whose pillow is made of the grave-clod deep , With the green grass over his head . Curtaiu'd is he by the vapours damp , Luird by the song of the even ;
Lighted is he by the pale moon ' s lamp , Watch'd by the eye of Heaven . Others may hear the heax ^ bell toll , Others the funeral train may see ; He hears no dirge for his slumbering soul ; He is sleeping tranquilly . There let him rest , —he toil'd awhile , And now he throws off his burthen of
tail . There is a world where cares like this Can never disturb the calm of bliss ; Where He who is the great light of all , In His own peculiar glory shineth ; Who turn'd in His hand this worldly ball , And its hopes and its memories sweetly
^ entwmeth . He rais'd heaven's azure arch sublime On pillars of strength that totter never : Man is the victim of death—of time—Thou reniainest the same for ever ! These shall perish , while Thou endurest ; Fhese as a vestment Thou shalt change ; rhou reniainest , strongest , surest , Thro eternity ' s endless range !
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Thou Thyself art eternity ! Tis but another name for Thee—Suns may be darken'd and planets shake , Earthquakes may stony . mountains break ;
Comets may swallow up the sea ; But Thou , unmoved as the splendid sun This sandy desert shining on , Lookest on creation and decay , And still pursuest Thy glorious way , Wrapt in Thy own immensity . What should we fear ? Waking or sleep
tng , Man is alike in Thy holy keeping : Let him not shrink tho' his bark be driven By the mad storm : —let nought alarm him : The tempest may burst ;—it cannot harm him ; Safely he steers for his port in heaven . God is around us—o ' er us—near us—What have His children then to fear ? Is He not always present to hear us ? Willing to grant , as willing to hear ?
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Monday Evening . Calmly in the evening hour All the earth reposes now ; Silence rules with gentler power , Watching from the mountain ' s brow The exhausted wotld ;—' tis still As if death were present—all
But the unwearied waterfall , — But the breezes on the hill . Wrapt in clouds th * Eternal One Still maintains His awful seat ; Clouds and darkness are His throne , Storms and thunders at His feet . Yon illuminated arch , Planet , sun and falling star
Shedding beams of splendour far—Light His ever-glorious march . Fain my heavenward dreams would rise To those holy precincts trod By the Ruler of the
skies-Lighted by the fires of God . Where the lamps of Eden burn , Where the sun of Eden glows , There my spirit shall repose , Thither shall the pilgrim turn .
Sometimes from that holy place Heart-disturbing visions come , Doubts and terrors and distress , Saddening fears and thoughts of gloom These are earthly ! let them fly At the dawn of heav ' nly light , For a sun of glory bright Soon shall fill eternity .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), March 2, 1821, page 179, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2498/page/51/
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