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THE RIGHT USE OF PRAYER.
THEREFORE when thou wouldst pray, or dost thine alıns,
Blow not a trump before thee : hypocrites
Do thus, vaingloriously; the common streets
Falls with sweet savour. Impious counterfeits !
Prating of heaven, for earth their bosom beats ! Grasping at weeds, they lose immortal palms ! God needs not iteration nor vain cries :
That man communion with his God might share
Below, Christ gave the ordinance of prayer :
Avail not : ere a voice to prayer be given
AND sitt'st thou there, O lost Jerusalem !
Bowed down, yet something still of royal state
Ennobling thee in ruin? Thee the weight
An all-enduring miracle : for God
And cursed the land a dying Saviour trod !
ALL holy influences dwell within
The breast of Childhood : instincts fresh from God
Inspire it, ere the heart beneath the rod
Its way to infant souls !—and was the sod
Of Palestine by infant Croises trod ? Like Joseph went they forth, or Benjamin, In all their touching beauty, to redeem ?
And did their soft lips kiss the sepulchre ? Alas! the lovely pageant, as a dream,
Faded I they sank not through ignoble fear ; They felt not Moslem steel. By mountain, stream,
In sands, in fens, they died-no mother near !
I saw the Master of the Sun. He stood
No wings profaned that god-like form : around
THE SETTING OF THE MOON NEAR CORINTH.
From that dejected brow in silence beaming
And yet what power is thine ? as thou dost sink,