106 THE TENT. From marriage of the western earth Then fold the Tent-then on again; The only sign that here has lain Till we have left the tent behind Across the ocean foam. LORD HOUGHTON. POOR IN SPIRIT. HERE is a calm the poor in spirit know, That softens sorrow, and that sweetens woe; There is a peace that dwells within the breast, That light shines down to man direct from heaven. JAMES EDMESTON. P the east a lark was springing, I am nothing but a song." Stood the poet still and listened, And a child, no minstrel seeing, Felt the carol-God is love THE SINGER. Still the lark above them winging, I am nothing but a song." REV. WADE ROBINSON. 109 FLOWERS WITHOUT FRUIT. RUNE thou thy words, the thoughts control That o'er thee swell and throng; They will condense within thy soul, And change to purpose strong. But he who lets his feelings run In soft luxurious flow, Shrinks when hard service must be done, And faints at every woe. Faith's meanest deed more favour bears, Where hearts and wills are weigh'd, Than brightest transports, choicest prayers, Which bloom their hour and fade. DR. NEWMAN. |