Lovely, as stealing close upon the rear Oft has the heart exulted, at the sight Shall pleasure so refined be felt no more, When the bright day of mercy shall come o'er The world? Ah! no; methinks it cannot be ; Since God has given the eye its power to see; The heart its power to feel; and decked the spring ; That eye might see, and heart His praises sing. Perpetual spring shall grace, as some will say, The moral beauty of that blissful day. Perpetual Spring! flowers that ne'er shall fade! Nor fall in autumn, nor in spring renew! If pressed too frequent on the satiate mind; When her variety, her change is o'er? Felt when earth's beauties into being start, Ah, no! Grant him the rich variety, Felt in fierce winter, dreadful though it be; And when autumnal glories court the eye. Give to the soul that grace revealed from Heaven; A conscience pacified; and sins forgiven; Let it but feel its Maker's presence nigh, Where summer shines, or wintry winds are high; Where snow-flakes fall, or flowery beauties rise; The man, of meek and humble soul, can find His heart as lowly, asks no more of God. If coarse his fare, and labouring hard, he tries Or prayer less frequent in that lowly cot? Begird and guard his little domicil; Defend from wintry winds, which else would glide Through the rent thatch, or in the crevice wide. Thus mercy mingles with his humble lot, Comforts and blessings, he despises not. Thus from apparent ill, the pious poor Extract the good, the ill they learn t' endure. If poor can praise, when north-wind fiercely blows; Can thankful take of Heaven, what Heaven bestows; Let not the rich, in triple vestments rolled, Complain of winter, with its piercing cold. Let each to bounteous Heaven their praises send; Thus will it be, when Mercy shall unfold That age of bliss-that promised age of gold. Then piety shall hallow every state; Content, the poor shall be; and meek, the great. In every heart shall reign sweet charity; God loved on Earth, as in eternity. |