But if neither feeling suits thy heart, Let's see (to please thee) whether We may not learn some precious art To mix their charms together. One feeling, still more sweet, to form From two, so sweet already,A friendship that, like love, is warm, A love, like friendship, steady. Thus let it be, thus let me woo; Dearest, thus we 'll join the two. SPRING AND AUTUMN. EV'RY season hath its pleasures: Days, though short'ning, still can shine; What, though youth gave loves and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine. Phillis, when she might have caught me, When the flow'rs were all gone by. Calm and free, beneath his vine, Thus may we, as years are flying, While we still can taste the fruit. Where's the lip that dares repine? Spring may take our loves and flow'rs, So autumn leaves us friends and wine. WHEN LOVE IS KIND. Austrian Air. WHEN love is kind, Cheerful and free, Love's sure to find Welcome from me. 'Partly borrowed from the Printemps et l'automne of Béranger. Sacred Songs. TO THE REV. THOMAS PARKINSON, D. D. ARCHDEACON OF LEICESTER, CHANCELLOR OF CHESTER, AND RECTOR OF KEGWORTH, THOU art, Oh God! the life and light Are but reflections caught from thee. Through golden vistas into heaven- When Night, with wings of starry gloom, When youthful Spring around us breathes, Is born beneath that kindling eye. THIS WORLD IS ALL A FLEETING SHOW. Air-STEVENSON. THIS world is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given; The smiles of Joy, the tears of Woe, There's nothing true but heaven! I have heard that this air is by the late Mrs Sheridan. It is sung to the beautiful old words, I do confess thou 'rt smooth and fair. And false the light on Glory's plume, And Love, and Hope, and Beauty's bloom, Poor wanderers of a stormy day, From wave to wave we 're driven, And Fancy's flash, and Reason's ray, Serve but to light the troubled wayThere's nothing calm but heav'n. « Go,»-said the Lord-« Ye conquerors! Steep in her blood your swords, And rase to earth her battlements,' O'er kindred bones shall tread, WHO IS THE MAID? ST JEROME'S LOVE.3 Who is the maid my spirit seeks, Is hers an eye of this world's light? Or if, at times, a light be there, I chose not her, my soul's elect, From those who seek their Maker's shrine In gems and garlands proudly deck'd, As if themselves were things divine! No-Heaven but faintly warms the breast That beats beneath a broider'd veil; And she who comes in glittering vest To mourn her frailty, still is frail.4 Not so the faded form I prize And love, because its bloom is gone; The glory in those sainted eyes Is all the grace her brow puts on. And ne'er was Beauty's dawn so bright, So touching as that form's decay, Which, like the altar's trembling light, In holy lustre wastes away! THE BIRD, LET LOOSE. THE bird, let loose in Eastern skies,5 Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Take away her battlements; for they are not the Lord's.— Jer. v, 10. Therefore, behold, the days come, saith the Lord, that it shall no more be called Tophet, nor the Valley of the Son of Hinnom, but the Valley of Slaughter, for they shall bury in Tophet till there be no place. Jer. vii, 32. > These lines were suggested by a passage in St Jerome's reply to some calumnious remarks that had been circulated upon his intimacy with the matron Paula: Namquid me vestes sericæ, nitentes gemmæ, picta facies, aut auri rapuit ambitio? Nulla fuit alia Romæ matronarum, quæ meam possit edomare mentem, nisi lugens atque jejunans, fleta pene carcata.»-Epist. « Si tibi putem.» 4 Ου γαρ χρυσοφορείν την δακρύουσαν δει.»- Chrysost. Homil. 8. in Epist. ad Tim. 5 The carrier-pigeon, it is well known, flies at an elevated pitch, in order to surmount every obstacle between her and the place to which she is destined. But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, God! from every care To hold my course to Thee! OH! THOU WHO DRY'ST THE MOURNER'S He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.. Psalm cxlvii, 3. On! Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear, If, when deceived and wounded here, Must weep those tears alone. When joy no longer soothes or cheers, A moment's sparkle o'er our tears, Oh! who would bear life's stormy doom, Did not thy wing of love Come, brightly wafting through the gloom Our peace-branch from above? Then sorrow, touch'd by Thee, grows bright As darkness shows us worlds of light WEEP NOT FOR THOSE. WEEP not for those whom the veil of the tomb, To water that Eden where first was its source! Weep not for those whom the veil of the tomb, In life's happy morning, hath hid from our eyes, Ere sin threw a blight o'er the spirit's young bloom, Or earth had profaned what was born for the skies. 334 Mourn not for her, the young Bride of the Vale,' And the garland of love was yet fresh on her brow! Oh! then was her moment, dear spirit, for flying From this gloomy world, while its gloom was un- And the wild hymns she warbled so sweetly, in dying, And now, THE TURF SHALL BE MY FRAGRANT SHRINE. THE turf shall be my fragrant shrine; My choir shall be the moonlight waves, I'll seek, by day, some glade unknown, Thy heaven, on which 't is bliss to look, I'll read thy anger in the rack Of sunny brightness breaking through! There's nothing bright, above, below, There's nothing dark, below, above, 'This second verse, which I wrote long after the first, alludes to the fate of a very lovely and amiable girl, the daughter of the late Colonel Bainbrigge, who was married in Ashbourne church, October 31, 1815, and died of a fever in a few weeks after: the sound of her marriage-bells seemed scarcely out of our ears when we heard of her death. During her last delirium she sung several hymns, in a voice even clearer and sweeter than usual, and among them were some from the present collection (particularly There's nothing bright but Heaven »), which this very interesting girl had often heard during the summer. 2 Pii orant tacite. SOUND THE LOUD TIMBREL! MIRIAM'S SONG. Air-AVISON.' And Miriam. the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances.»-Exod. XV, 20. SOUND the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea! His chariots, his horsemen, all splendid and brave- Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the Lord! Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride? GO, LET ME WEEP! Go, let me weep! there's bliss in tears, Effaced by every drop that steals. Effaced by every drop that steals. Leave me to sigh o'er hours that flew More idly than the summer's wind, And, while they pass'd, a fragrance threw, But left no trace of sweets behind. The warmest sigh that pleasure heaves Is cold, is faint to those that swell The heart where pure repentance grieves O'er hours of pleasure loved too well! Leave me to sigh o'er days that flew More idly than the summer's wind, And, while they pass'd, a fragrance threw, But left no trace of sweets behind. ginning of one of Avison's old-fashioned concertos, that, without I bave so altered the character of this air, which is from the b this acknowledgment, it could hardly. I think, be recognized. And it came to pass that, in the morning watch, the Lord locked unto the host of the Egyptians, through the pillar of fire and of the cloud, and troubled the host of the Egyptians. Exod. xiv. 24. COME NOT, OH LORD! Air-HAYDN. COME not, oh Lord! in the dread robe of splendour Lord! thou rememberest the night, when thy nation' So, when the dread clouds of anger enfold thee, My God! silent to thee Pure, warm, silent to thee: So, deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion, As still to the star of its worship, though clouded, WERE NOT THE SINFUL MARY'S TEARS. Air-STEVENSON. WERE not the sinful Mary's tears An offering worthy Heaven, She wept-and was forgiven?- And wiped them with that golden hair, Were not those sweets so humbly shed,- Thou that hast slept in error's sleep, « Love much »3-and be forgiven! BUT WHO SHALL SEE. BUT who shall see the glorious day When, throned on Zion's brow, The Lord shall rend that veil away Which hides the nations now!! When earth no more beneath the fear Of his rebuke shall lie;2 When pain shall cease, and every tear Be wiped from every eye! 3 Then Judah! thou no more shalt mourn The Fount of Life shall then be quaff'd In peace, by all who come !5 AS DOWN IN THE SUNLESS RETREATS. Air-HAYDN. As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean, Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, So, deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion, Unheard by the world, rises silent to thee, And it came between the camp of the Egyptians and the camp of Israel; and it was a cloud and darkness to them, but it gave light by night to these.» Exod. xiv, 20.—My application of this passage is borrowed from some late prose writer, whose nam· I am ungrateful enough to forget. Instead of On Egypt here, it will suit the music better to sing On these ; and in the third line of the next verse, While shrouded may, with the same view, be altered to - While wrapp'd.. 3. Her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much.. St Luke, vii, 47. ALMIGHTY GOD! CHORUS OF PRIESTS. Air-MOZART. ALMIGHTY God! when round thy shrine The palm-tree's heavenly branch we twine, (Emblem of Life's eternal ray, And Love that << fadeth not away,») And he will destroy in this mountain the face of the covering cast over all people, and the veil that is spread over all nations."— Isaiah, XXV, 7. 2 The rebuke of his people shall he take away from off all the earth.-Isaiah, xxv, 8. 1. And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; neither shall there be any more pain."-Rev. xxi, 4. 4 And be that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new. Rev. xxi, v. 5. And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely.»-Rev. xxii, 17. 6. The Scriptures having declared that the Temple of Jerusalem was a type of the Messiah, it is natural to conclude that the Palms, which made so conspicuous a figure in that structure, represented that Life and Immortality which were brought to light by the Gospel.-Observations on the Palm, as a sacred Emblem, by W. Tighe. |