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" Ye hermits bleat , ye holy maids , The nearest heaven on earth , Who talk with God in shadowy glades * Free from rude care and mirth : To whom some viewless teacher brings The secret lore of rural things , The moral of each fleeting cloud and gale , The whispers from above , that haunt the twilight vale :
Say , when in pity ye have gazed On the wreath'd smoke afar , That o ' er some town , like mist uprais'd , Hung , biding sun and star—Then , as ye turnM your weary eye To the green earth and open sky , Were ye not fain to doubt how Faith could dwell Amid that dreary glare , in this world ' s citadel ?
But Love ' s a nower that will not die For lack of leafy screen , And Christian Hope can cheer the eye That ne ' er saw vernal green ; Then be ye sure that Love can bless E ' en in this crowded loneliness , Where ever-moving myriads seem to say , * Go , thou art nought to us , nor we to thee—away V
There are , in this loud stunning tide Of human care and crime , With whom the melodies abide Of the everlasting chime ; Who carry music in their heart , Through dusky lane and wrangling mart , Plying their daily task with busier feet , Because their secret souls a holy strain repeat .
How sweet to them , in such brief rest As thronging cares afford , In thought to wander , fancy-blest , To where their gracious Lord , In vain , to win proud Pharisees , Spake , and was heard by fell disease ! But not in vain , beside yon breezy lake , Bade the meek Publican his gainful seat forsake .
At once he rose and left his gold ; His treasure and liis heart Transferr ed , where be shall safe behold Earth and her idols part ; While he beside his endless store Shall sit , and floods unceasing pour Of Christ ' s true riches over time and space . First angel of his church , first steward of his grace .
Nor can ye not delight to think Where He vouchsafed to eat ; How the Most Holy did not shrink From touch of sinner ' s meat ; What worldly hearts and hearts impure Went with Him through tUe rich man ' s door , That we might learn of Him lost souls to love , And view his least and worst with hope to meet above .
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Tkc Chrutxan Year , 825
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Dec. 2, 1829, page 825, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2579/page/9/
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