Life and Death. "WHAT is life, Father?" "A battle, my child, Where the strongest lance may fail; And the feeble little ones must stand "What is death, Father?" "The rest, my child, When the strife and the toil are o'er, And the angel of God, who, calm and mild, Who driveth away the demon band, Bids the din of the battle cease; Takes the banner and spear from our failing hand And proclaims an eternal peace." "Let me die, Father! I tremble, I fear, To yield in that terrible strife!" LIFE AND DEATH, 23 "The crown must be won for Heaven, my dear, In the battle-field of life. My child, though thy foes are strong and tried, The angels of Heaven are on thy side, The Householder. WRITTEN AFTER READING THE TWENTIETH CHAPTER OF THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO ST. MATTHEW. O THOU blest Householder!-the starry dawn, Ent'reth the sun into his zenith height, The ninth hour found me in "the market-place," Stern passion ruled my heart, care mark'd my face, How could I hear thy blessed call? To glitter, to achieve, to lose, to gain, Form'd every hope or thought, delight or pain, And the vain world was still my all! THE HOUSEHOLDER. 25 The tenth hour sounded in my startled ear! That thought imbued my mind! "not saved?" too late? I left the throng-I sought the vineyard gate, 'Twas shut! Death-struck, I turn'd away. Low sank the sun adown the western sky, Now, neither Earth nor Heaven was mine! Rejected, lost, abandon'd, and forlorn, Of God, it seem'd, not loved, of Hell the scorn! No hope, or human, or divine, Brighten'd my sad, cold, doubting, desert mind! The world, a wilderness! Heaven's self unkind! "Blackness of darkness" was my way! Slow struck the eleventh!-Thy light around me broke! And deep into my soul these words were spoke: "Why stand ye idle all the day?" "Enter and work throughout the waning hour." Lord of the vineyard, grant thy servant power To labor, love Thee, and obey! Let every thought or word, deed, wish, be Thine! Thine be all honor, glory, praise divine! And let Thy pardon close my day. Nearer to Thee. NEARER, my God, to thee Nearer to thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me, Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to thee Nearer to thee! Though like a wanderer, Yet in my dream I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee Nearer to thee! There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that thou sendest me In mercy given ; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee Nearer to thee! |