The perfumed air, the hush of eve, O'er thoughts perchance too prone to grieve For thus "the actions of the just," When memory hath enshrined them, E'en from the dark and silent dust Their odor leave behind them. THOUGH glorious, O God! must thy temple have been, On the day of its first dedication, When the cherubim's wings widely waving were seen On high, o'er the ark's holy station; When even the chosen of Levi, though skilled Retired from the cloud which the temple then filled, Though awfully grand was thy majesty then; And by whom was that ritual forever repealed To enter the Oracle, where is revealed, Not the cloud, but the brightness of heaven. Who, having once entered, Lath shown us the way, Not with shadowy forms of that earlier day, This, this is the worship the Saviour made known, By the patriarch's well sitting weary, alone, With the stillness of noontide around Him. How sublime, yet how simple, the homage He taught, "Woman! believe me, the hour is near, When He, if ye rightly would hail Him, Will neither be worshipped exclusively here, Nor yet at the altar of Salem. "For God is a spirit! and they who aright Would perform the pure worship He loveth, In the heart's holy temple will seek, with delight, That spirit the Father approveth." THE POOL OF BETHESDA. AROUND Bethesda's healing wave, Waiting to hear the rustling wing Among them there was one whose eye Whose heart had often heaved the sigh, No power had he; no friendly aid To him its timely succor brought; Another won the boon he sought;— Had they who watched and waited there Would they have sought his pitying eye, And craved with fervency of soul, His power divine to make them whole! . But habit and tradition swayed Their minds to trust to sense alone; They only hoped the angel's aid; While in their presence stood unknown A greater, mightier far than he, Bethesda's pool has lost its power! No angel, by his glad descent, Dispenses that diviner dower Which with its healing waters went, But He, whose word surpassed its wave, Is still Omnipotent to save. And what that fountain once was found, Religion's outward forms remain— With living virtue only crowned While their first freshness they retain ; Only replete with power to cure When, spirit-stirred, their source is pure! Yet are there who this truth confess, Who know how little forms avail, But whose protracted helplessness Confirms the impotent's sad tale; Who, day by day, and year by year, As emblems of his lot appear. They hear the sounds of life and love, They see the troubled waters move, Whose touch alone might health supply; But weak of faith, infirm of will, As when that healing word was spoke; Dwells power to burst the strongest yoke. TIME'S TAKINGS AND LEAVINGS. WHAT does age take away ? Bloom from the cheek, and lustre from the eye; Unclouded as the summer's bluest sky. What do years steal away? The fond heart's idol, Love, that gladdened life, We trusted to in hours of darker strife. What must with Time decay? Young Hope's wild dreams, and Fancy's visions bright, Life's evening sky grows gray, And darker clouds prelude Death's coming night. But not for such we mourn! We know them frail, and brief their date assigned; Less from Time's thefts, than what he leaves behind. What do years leave behind? Unruly passions, impotent desires, Distrusts and thoughts unkind, Love of the world, and self-which last expires. For these, for these we grieve; What Time has robbed us of we know must go: Not only finds us poor, but keeps us so. It ought not thus to be; Nor would it, knew we meek Religion's sway; Her votary's eye could see How little Time can give, or take awav. Faith, in the heart enshrined, Would make Time's gifts enjoyed and used, while lent; And all it left behind, Of Love and Grace, a noble monument. POWER AND BENEVOLENCE. GOD is not great because omnipotent! But because power in Him is understood And felt, and proved to be benevolent, And wise, and holy;-thus it ever should! And has in view the happiness of all: Hence love and adoration :-never could The contrite spirit at his footstool fall, If power, and power alone, its feelings did appal! If then divinest power be truly so, Because its proper object is to bless ; And glory of the Highest ;-nothing less |