The hills where health with health agrees, There lives no man of Nature's worth And to thine eye the vast skies fall, On clucking hens and prating fools, And Nature has miscarried wholly 'Alas! thine is the bankruptcy, Blessed Nature so to see. Come, lay thee in my soothing shade, And heal the hurts which sin has made. I see thee in the crowd alone; I will be thy companion. Quit thy friends as the dead in doom, And build to them a final tomb; Let the starred shade that nightly falls Still celebrate their funerals, And the bell of beetle and of bee Knell their melodious memory. Behind thee leave thy merchandise, That flows in streams, that breathes in wind: God hid the whole world in thy heart. Oft didst thou thread the woods in vain 'Hearken once more! I will tell thee the mundane lore. Once slept the world an egg of stone, And pulse, and sound, and light was none; And God said, “Throb!" and there was motion Who layeth the world's incessant plan, But forever doth escape, Like wave or flame, into new forms Yesterday was a bundle of grass. To every age, to every race; The world is the ring of his spells, And the play of his miracles. As he giveth to all to drink, Thus or thus they are and think. With one drop sheds form and feature; With the next a special nature; The third adds heat's indulgent spark; The fourth gives light which eats the dark; And conscious Law is King of kings. Or the stars of eternity? Alike to him the better, the worse,- 772 And lo! he passes like the breeze; Thou askest in fountains and in fires, He is the sparkle of the spar; He is the heart of every creature; Than all it holds more deep, more high.' BOSTON HYMN READ IN MUSIC HALL, JANUARY 1, 18631 THE word of the Lord by night And filled their hearts with flame. God said, I am tired of kings, I suffer them no more; Up to my ear the morning brings Think ye I made this ball A field of havoc and war, Where tyrants great and tyrants small My angel, his name is Freedom,- He shall cut pathways east and west Lo! I uncover the land Which I hid of old time in the West, 1 The day when the Emancipation Proclamation went into effect. I show Columbia, of the rocks I will divide my goods; I will have never a noble, Fishers and choppers and ploughmen Go, cut down trees in the forest Call the people together, And here in a pine state-house Lo, now! if these poor men And make just laws below the sun, And ye shall succor men; 'Tis nobleness to serve; Help them who cannot help again: Beware from right to swerve. |