My God! silent to Thee; Pure, warm, silent to Thee. So, deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion, II. As still, to the Star of its Worship, though clouded, True, fond, trembling to Thee!— So, dark as I roam, in this wintry world shrouded, BUT WHO SHALL SEE. AIR-Stevenson. I. BUT who shall see the glorious day, When pain shall cease, and every tear II. Then, Judah! thou no more shalt mourn Thy days of splendour shall return, And all be new again. The Fount of Life shall then be quaffed, In peace, by all who come, And every wind that blows shall waft ALMIGHTY GOD. CHORUS OF PRIESTS. AIR-Mozart. I. ALMIGHTY God! when round thy shrine (Emblem of life's eternal ray, And love that "fadeth not away") : "And he will destroy in this mountain the face of the covering cast over all people, and the veil that is spread over all nations."-Isaiah xxv. 7. When round thy cherubs, smiling calm Those cherubs, with their smiling eyes, O FAIR-O PUREST! SAINT AUGUSTINE TO HIS SISTER. AIR-Moore. I. O FAIR! O purest! be thou the dove O fair! O purest ! be like this dove. II. The sacred pages of God's own Book Thou wilt study heaven's reflected ray : * "And he carved all the walls of the house round about with carved figures of cherubims and palm-trees and open flowers."-1 Kings vi. 29. "When the passover of the tabernacles was revealed to the great lawgiver in the Mount, then the cherubic images which appeared in that structure were no longer surrounded by flames; for the tabernacle was a type of the dispensation of mercy by which Jehovah confirmed his gracious covenant to redeem mankind."-Observations on the Palm, W. Tighe In St. Augustine's treatise upon the advantages of a solitary life, addressed to his sister, there is the following fanciful passage, from which the reader will perceive the thought of this song was taken :-"Te, soror, nunquam volo esse securam, sed timere semperque tuam fragilitatem habere suspectam, ad instar pavidæ columbæ frequentare vivos aquarum et quasi in specule accipitris cernere supervolantis effigiem et cavere. Rivi aquarum sententiæ sunt scripturarum, quæ de limpidissimo sapientiæ fonte profluentes," &c. &c.-De Vit. Eremit. ad Sororem. And should the foes of virtue dare O fair! O purest! be like the dove. YOUNG Love lived once in an humble shed, And woodbines wreathing Around the lattice their tendrils spread, For young Hope nourished The infant buds with beams and showers; But lips, though blooming, must still be fed, And not even Love can live on flowers. Alas! that Poverty's evil eye Should e'er come hither, Such sweets to wither! The flowers laid down their heads to die, She came one morning, Ere Love had warning, And raised the latch, where the young god lay; "Oh ho!" said Love-"is it you? good-by;' So he oped the window, and flew away! To sigh, yet feel no pain, To weep, yet scarce know why; To kneel at many a shrine, Yet lay the heart on none; To think all other charms divine, To keep one sacred flame, Through life unchilled, unmoved, To such refined excess That though the heart would break with more, We could not live with less; This is love, faithful love, Such as saints might feel above. SPIRIT of Joy, thy altar lies In youthful hearts that hope like mine; They are not those to sorrow known; The tinge of pleasure as they flow. The child who sees the dew of night Upon the spangled hedge at morn Attempts to catch the drops of light, But wounds his finger with the thorn. Thus oft the brightest joys we seek Are lost, when touched, and turned to pain The flush they kindle leaves the cheek, The tears they waken long remain. But give me, give me, &c., &c. WHEN Leila touched the lute, Ah how could she who stole Such breath from simple wire Be led, in pride of soul, To string with gold her lyre? |