Here, cast about, and faint and weak, THE STRANGER SEA-BIRD. HORATIUS BONAR. AR from his breezy home of cliff and billow, FAR Yon sea-bird folds his wing; Upon the tremulous bough of this stream-shading willow He stays his wandering. Fanned by fresh leaves, and soothed by blossoms closing, His lullaby the stream, A stranger, in bewildered loneliness reposing, His dream of ocean-haunts, and ocean-brightness, The blue above, beneath, the sea-cloud's trail of white ness, His unforgotten home. And he would fly, but cannot, for the shadows Of night have barred his way; How could he search a path across these woods and meadows To his far sea-home spray? Dark miles of thicket, swamp, and moorland dreary, Forbid his hopeless flight; With plumage soiled, eye dim, heart faint, and wing all weary, He waits for sun and light. And I, in this far land, a timid stranger, Lie dreaming, hour by hour, beset with night and danger, The Church's Patmos-dream: The dream of home possessed,. and all home's glad ness, Beyond these unknown hills, Of solace after earth's sore days of stranger-sadness, Beside the eternal rills. Life's exile past, all told its broken story; This more than Egypt-shame exchanged for Canaan glory, And the bright city won! Come then, O Christ! earth's Monarch and Redeemer, Thy glorious Eden bring, Where I, even I, at last, no more a trembling dreamer, Shall fold my heavy wing. AH! HOW EMPTY IS THE HEART. From the German of C. J. P. SPITTA, by RICHARD MASSIE. A H! how empty is the heart In the midst of pleasure, And how fain would we depart Threadbare now our garb with age, Still repair is needing, And our feet with pilgrimage Gladly would we be at home, Gladly lay aside the load Which our flesh inherits, Worshipping and serving God With the ransomed spirits. But since Thou dost yet delay Richly shall we then be blest, HEAVENWARD DOTH OUR JOURNEY TEND. H From SCHMOLK, Translated by CAROLINE WINKWORTH. EAVENWARD doth our journey tend, We are strangers here on earth, Through the wilderness we wend Here we roam a pilgrim band, Heavenward stretch, my soul, thy wings, Heavenly nature canst thou claim, Heavenward! doth His Spirit cry, When I hear Him in His Word, Showing thus the rest on high, Where I shall be with my Lord: When His Word fills all my thought, Oft to heaven my soul is caught. Heavenward ever would I haste, Heavenwards! Faith discerns the prize To that Light behind the veil Heavenward Death shall lead at last, I shall triumph there with Thee, That we too might Heavenwards soar. Heavenwards! Heavenwards! Only this |