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Our age'..to seventy years'. .is set':
St. John, chapter 12.
Repenting Mary. THEN', six days before the passover', Jesus came to Bethany', where Lazarus was who had been dead', and whom he had raised from the dead'. There they made him a supper'; and Martha served: but Lazarus was one of them that sat at the table with him'.
Then took Mary a pound of ointment of spikenard', very costly', and anointed the feet of Jesus', and wiped his feet with her hair'; and the house was filled with the odour of the oint. ment'.
Version of the same.
An offering worthy heaven',
She wept'... and was forgiven'?
Her day of Luxury stored',
The precious perfumes poured';
Where once the diamond shone',
Which shine for God alone'?
Were not those sweets', so humbly shed'
That hair—those weeping eyes' -
Heaven's noblest sacrifice'?
Oh! wouldst thou wake in heaven',
“ Love much'"...and be forgiven'.
There's nothing true but Heaven.-MOORE.
For man's illusion given';
There's nothing true'.. but Heaven'.
As fading hues of even';
There's nothing bright.. but Heaven'.
From wave to wave we're driven';
There's nothing calm but Heaven'.
As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean,
Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, So, deep in my soul, the still prayer of devotion, Unheard by the world, rises silentc to Thee,
My God, silent to thee:
Pure, warm, silento to Thee
Unheard by the wo rises silentc to Thee.
The needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea, So, dark as I roam, in this wintry world shrouded, The hope of my spirit turns trembling to Thee,
My God, trembling to Thee;
True, fond, trembling to Theem So, dark as I roam, in this wintry world shrouded, The hope of my spirit turns trembling to Thee.
*Wer. "Säk're-flze. Sl'lent--not, sl'lunt.
The Soul in Eternity.-BYRON.
Ah', whither strays the immortal mind'?
But leaves its darkened dust behind'.
By steps each planet's heavenly way'?
A thing of eyes that all survey'?
A thought unseen', but seeing all',
Shall it survey', shall it recali':
So darkly of departed years',
And all that was', at once appears'.
Its eyes shall roll through chaos back';
The spirit trace its rising track'.
Its glance dilate o'er all to be',
Fixed' in its own eternity's
It lives all passionless and pure':
years as moments shall endure'.
O'er all', through all', its thought shall fly'.
Forgetting what it was to die'.
How many thousands of myd poorest subjects
*Důth. Sis'temcMo'ments, dMe. Nå'tshtirez.
And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber',
O', thou dull god! Why liest thou with the vile',
means to Boot', Deny it to a KING'? Then happy', low lie down'! UNEASY lies the head that wears a crown'.
Apostrophe to Light.—MILTON.
Thee I revisit now with bolder wing,
dark descent, and up to reascend, Though hard and rare; Thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sovereign, vital lamp; but thou
Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain, *Noise. aTshame'bůrz. Def'fn'ing. Es'sense--not és'sunse.
To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn;
Darkness.-BYRON. I HAD a dream', which was not all a dream'. The bright sun was extinguished', and the stars Did wander', darkling in the eternal space', Rayless' and pathless', and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air'. Morn came', and went, and came', and brought no day, And men forgot their passions in the dread Of this their desolation'; and all hearts Were chilled into a selfish prayer for light'. And they did live by watchfires'; and the thrones' The palaces of crowned kings'—the huts', The habitations of all things which dwell', Were burned for beacons' Cities were consumed', And men were gathered round their blazing homes To look once more into each other's face'.