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These gracious lines shed Gospel light On Mammon ' s gloomiest cells , As on some city ' s cheerless night The tide of sunrise swells , Till tower , and dome , and bridge-way proud , Are mantled with a golden cloud , And to wise hearts this certain hope is given , ' No mist that man may raise , shall hide the eye of Heaven . '
And oh I if even on Babel shine Such gleams of Paradise , Should not their peace be peace divine Who day by day arise , To look on clearer Heavens , and scan The works of God , imtouch'd by man ? Shame on us , who about us Babel bear , And live in Paradise , as if God was not there !"—P . 320
Now and then we meet with a stanza , which might have been written by old Quarles , as the following : " Raise thy repining eyes , and take true measure Of thine eternal treasure ; The Father of thy Lord can grudge thee nought , The world for thee was bought ; And as this landscape broad—earth , sea , and sky ., All centres in thine eye—So all God does , if ri g htly understood , Shall work thy final good . "
Those who are acquainted with Herbert ' s poems will also discover in the lines on Baptism a close imitation of his style : " Where is it mothers learn their love ? In every church a fountain springs , O ' er which the Eternal Dove
Hovers on softest wings . What sparkles in that lucid flood Is water , by gross mortals ey'd ; But seen by Faith , 'tis blood Out of a dear friend ' s side . A few calm words of faith and prayer , A few bright drops of holy dew , Shall work a wonder there
Earth ' s charmers never knew , " &c . —P . 341 . Our readers will not form a very correct idea of the merits of the poetry from the few specimens we have given . The book , in fact , abounds with beauties , but also with defects . It is often careless in style and obscure in expression , but never feeble , never tame , and in every part disarming criticism by a tone of sincerity and deep devotion , which must recommend it wherever it is read in a right spirit .
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826 T ? te Christian Year .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Dec. 2, 1829, page 826, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2579/page/10/
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