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ST. PHILIP AND ST. JAMES
Let the brother of low degree rejoice in that he is exalted: but the rich in that he is made low. St. James i. 9, 10.
Dear is the morning gale of spring, And dear th’ autumnal eve; But few delights can summer bring A Poet’s crown to weave. |
Her bowers are mute, her fountains dry, And ever Fancy’s wing Speed’s from beneath her cloudless sky To autumn or to spring. |
Sweet is the infant’s waking smile, And sweet the old man’s rest — But middle age by no fond wile, No soothing calm is blest. |
Still in the world’s hot restless gleam She plies her weary task, While vainly for some pleasant dream Her wandering glances ask. — |
O shame upon thee, listless heart, So sad a sigh to heave, As if thy Saviour had no part In thoughts, that make thee grieve. |
As if along His lonesome way He had not borne for thee Sad languors through the summer day, Storms on the wintry sea. |
Youth’s lightning flash of joy secure Pass’d seldom o’er His spright, — A well of serious thought and pure. Too deep for earthly light. |
No spring was His — no fairy gleam — For He by trial knew How cold and bare what mortals dream, To worlds where all is true. |
Then grudge not thou the anguish keen Which makes thee like thy Lord, And learn to quit with eye serene Thy youth’s ideal hoard. |
Thy treasur’d hopes and raptures high — Unmurmuring let them go, Nor grieve the bliss should quickly fly Which Christ disdain’d to know. |
Thou shalt have joy in sadness soon; The pure, calm hope be thine, Which brightens, like the eastern moon, As day’s wild lights decline. |
Thus souls, by nature pitch’d too high, By sufferings plung’d too low, Meet in the Church’s middle sky, Half way ’twixt joy and woe, |
To practise there the soothing lay That sorrow best relieves; Thankful for all God takes away, Humbled by all He gives. |
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