THE HOLY SPIRIT. The answer came in trumpet tone, "Mysterious are His ways; In weakness is His glory shown, And babes proclaim His praise. "When to the first disciples' hearts The Holy spirit came, It thrilled them to the lowest parts, Through heart, and soul, and frame. Hark, from their lips what thunder rolls "Thus is it yet, ay, even now, The tender air, the lighted brow, And bears his chosen ones along, Triumphant o'er the grave." 33 Thinking and Working. H, let your ceaseless thinking go, Your thoughts are vain; The bright brooks through the meadows flow, And have no care. The April rains Their green banks fill And on they go, nor count their gains, The bees go wandering here and there, If flowers are sweet, what do they care? Of budding clover; yet this one Makes them content, while in the sun Go singing through the morning sheen, THINKING AND WORKING. The rose-tree gathers rain and light It drinks the crystal dew at night, It greens and grows, it knows not why; That you, so thoughtful, passing by, The tender grass beneath your foot Of how it strikes persistent root, Under your crushing step at morn, Nor grieves that brighter tints adorn Oh, put your foolish fancies by, It matters not; Be sure how deep you delve, how high The stars will shine above your head, The fatal thunder-cloud will shed Its bolts of doom. The whether you shall think or no, Plainly on human hearts, that so, While singing still, 35 We may not leave our work. He gives To every trustful soul that lives, It That, working hence, may not make mistake. What needs The childlike soul To know where all your questioning leads? Is hidden from your searching ken; God tells that to the hearts of men Be still, and listen in your soul Above your head the thunders roll But so are grasses, yet they grow Greener for showers; The end of toil we need not know The task is ours. Sometimes a hero prostrate lies — We only know the spirit dies From sight of men. We know not what there is to do Some otherwhere; What realms to rule, what service new Demands his care. THINKING AND WORKING. Then rest from questions and from doubt; But leave your selfish murmurings out, To hear the voice that will not cease Forevermore God's voice within that speaketh peace Ан, if thy fate, with anguish fraught, With the hot, burning tears of toil, From labor there shall come forth rest. |