Ailro&^s jairil^' Cornell university Library PR5167.P9S71880 The spirit and the muse conU^^^^^^ PR \Fro THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. CHURCHES AND THEIR CREEDS. By SIB PHILIP PEBEING, Bakt., late Scholar oi Trinity College, Cambridge. Crown 8vo. 1. Conformists and NonoonformiBts. 2. A Precedent for the Bishops. 3. Regulation of Public Worship. 4. Expeuses of Public Worship, fi. Episcopal Ordination, e. Non-Episcopal Ordination, 7, The Baptismal Service, 8. Everlastins: Damnation, 9, Biblical Revision, 10. Passages intheGospels revised. 11. Gospel accounts of the Resnr. rection harmonized. 12. Silver Filings. " It is impossible not to commend the honesty, straight- forwardness, and in many instances wholesomeness of his views." — Sunday Magazine. " Language always thoughtful, and never offensive." — ■ Churchman's Shilling Magazine. " Much that is earnest, and, we think, well ineairt,-in this volume." — Christian Observer. •• A vigorous book." — Daily Telegraph. " It contains many good things.'.'— Britis/t Quarterly. " This book is another instance of the warning, so frequently given to the Church of England, of dangers arising from evils which it is in her own power to remove." — The Rock. _ ." When the author descends to particnlars and gives us his views about matters of discipline . and doctrine, we find ourselves for the most' part in harmony with him." — Spectator. " He thinks and writes with great freedom and vigour." — Nonconformist. " He will not miss the mark for want of plain speaking." — Standard. " He is thoroughly impartial as between Conformists and Nonconformists There are fair papers in the volume on the subjects of ' Episcopal Ordination,' and on the ' Baptismal Services ' in the Church of England there is also a reasonably good paper on ' Everlasting Damna tion ' With respect to the Eevision of the Authorized Version of the Scriptures, he gives us specimens of such a work in revised translations of some of the Epistles, which are done in a scholarly and temperate manner. — Veatminster lieview. THB SPIEIT AND THE MUSE fONTAINlNG ORIGINAL HYMNS AND OTHBB POEMS, WITH TRANSLATIONS FROM THE ODES OP HORACE, BY SIE.,. PHILIP PEERING, BART., LATE 3CH0LAB OF TBINITY COLLEQE, .CAMBBIDQE, ' I will sing with the spirit, and I will sing with the under- standing also." 1 Cob. XIV. 15. SECOND EDITIOJI, ENLAEGED. LONGMANS, GREEN & CO. 1880. 1880. Cornell University Library The original of this book is in the Cornell University Library. There are no known copyright restrictions in the United States on the use of the text. http://www.archive.org/details/cu31924013534809 PEEFACE. To write a long Preface for a little book like the present jwOuld be to seem to claim for it a larger amount of attention than it is ever likiely to obtain — perhaps, than it deserves. Neverthe- less, the Author is not without a hope that it may find its way into the hands of some to whom it may prove both useful and interesting. There is an attractiveness in the Hymn that there is not in the Sermon, and a few short pieces of Sacred Poetry will often be relished where a con- tinuous Discourse would be positively distasteful. I much doubt whether Clergymen, Heads of house- holds, Superintendents of classes, and the like, are fully aware of the power for good that may be exerted by a free use of Hymns in their minis- trations and services. Children are notoriously fond of them ; the poor and illiterate listen to them gladly ; invalids can bear this kind of literature when they can bear no other. 'Not VI. PEEFACE. must it be forgotten that we have by no means yet a thoroughly good collection of Hymns for •congregational ■ use ; every one who publishes a volume of Sacred Poetry may indulge the hope that from his, or her, volume may one day be drawn one or two pieces capable of exciting, or at least of expressing, the devotioijal feelings of thousands. In the matter of doctrine, if I have occasionally allowed myself a freer range than any one of the numerous sects, into which the Church of England is divided, would wittingly and willingly concede to its Ministers, I trust and believe that I have not overstepped those limits which a careful study of Holy Scripture would lead us to conclude that the great Lord of the Universal Church has graciously marked out for us. I have a Hymn for those who are joined together in Holy Matrimony ; a Hymn also for those who devote themselves to a religious life in cloister or nunnery. Perhaps, too, at a time when efforts are being made to induce the Clergy to desist from reading in the public services of the Church a Creed, so presumptuously precise in its definitions and distinctions, so daringly dog- PREFACE. Vll, matic in its sweeping denunciations, as the so- called Creed of St. Athanasius, my lines on the possible final restoration of the wicked may be read with somewhat more than a passing interest. But, whatever may be thought of my work as a whole, this at any rate must be conceded to me by every fair critic, that I have imitated no one's style, borrowed no one's ideas, pirated no one's expressions, appropriated no one's metres ; my verses, such as they are, are my own ; my sole sources of Inspiration have been the two great volumes of God's Word and God's Works. With respect to my translations from the Odes of Horace, I shall claim for them the merit of being fairly literal, and at the same time spirited. The Latin text, which for the convenience of the reader I have had printed alongside of the English version, I have taken from an edition of Horace by C. W. King and H. A. J. Munro, Fellows of Trinity College, Cambridge. My thanks are due, and are now given, to the Society for Promoting Christian Knowledge for kindly permitting me to reprint from the People's Magazine some ten pieces, the copyright of which Vlll. PREFACE. I had transferred to them. "Not must I omit to* thank an ■ old friend, whose name I am not at liberty to mention, for many valuable hints, and much kind assistance afforded me in preparing this, as well as a former work, for the Press. " © "gaxii, ixota ^te is %f ofofr, to SJ^'W it t^t glorg."^ PEEFACE SECOND EDITION. In translating a few more of the Odes of ISorace, I have received much valuable assistance from my old College friend, Mr. "W. Chandless, an eminent scholar, and a highly distinguished ^Fellow of the Royal Geographical Society. ExMoriH, Felruary, 1880. CONTENTS. PREFACE To the Critic PAOB V. PART I. OEIGINAL HYMNS AND OTHER POEMS. The Choirs of Heaven . . 1 Holy Matrimony a Taking the Veil . . ' . . ... . . 5 Holy Communion 7 Holy Baptism . . 9 The Carrying Angel and the Departed Spirit 11 The Spirits in Prison . . 14 The Churchyard 18 The House of Mourning l* Home Missions 21 Foreign Missions ' . . ' 24 Good Words and Comfortable Words 26 The Christian Sabbath 2& The House of (iod 30 The Word of God 32 Watohnight 34 The Close of the Year 3& TUe New Year 38 Morning . . 41 Night 43 The Night- watches 4(> Xll. CONTENTS. PAOE Peace 47 St. Michael and All Angels •. 48 The Invisible Presence 50 St. John Baptist 53 Christmas 55 The Shepherds of Bethlehem 57 A Prayer for Lent 59 The Sufferings of Jesus . . 61 Easter 63 Witnesses of the Resurrection . . 65 Jesus the Life of the World 67 Praise to the LanMj 69 Trusting in the Lord 71 A Better Country 72 Spiritual Groanings 74 Whitsuntide 76 Dull Ears, Hard Hearts 78 Jesus the Light of the World 80 StiUing the Tenipest 82 The Godly Man 84 Eepentanoe from Dead Works 85 Confession of Sin 86 The Tale of our Sins 88 Christian Wisdom <. 89 Doing God's Will 91 A Man's Work 93 Prayer 95 The Imperfection of our Prayers 98 The Blessed of the Lord . . 99 Strange ChUdreu 101 The Blood of the Atonpment .. 104 The Blessedness of Poverty 105 CONTENTS. XIU. PAGE lU-gotten Wealth 108 Almsgiving . . . . ; . 110 Divine Treasure . . 112 Bereavement 113 Waiting for our Change . . 115 Heavenly Best 117 Life in the Wilderness . . 119 The Christian Soldier 121 Christian Watchfulness . . 123 The Christian Pilgrim's Progress 125 The Comfort of Sufferings 127 The Most Holy Place 139 The Living and the Dead . . 131 The Trees of Eden 1B3 ThePaUenTree . . 135 Culture of the Soul 139 The Eiver of Life . . 141 The Southern Cross ... 143 The Lilies . . 145 The Sun 147 Eaiu from Heaven . . 149 Living Waters 151 The Fatherland . . 153 The Temple of the Lord 155 Good Fruits . . 161 Life from the Dead .' 162 £eed-time and Harvest . . 163 The Tares 164 The Trees of the Wood . . 166 The Leaves of the Wood 168 The Dying Leaves . . . . 169 The Saviour and the Sinner . . 172 XIV. CONTENTS. A Saoriiice for Sin PAGE 174 Cruelty to Animals The Good Shepherd The Fishers 175 178 180 The Wayfarers The Promise of the Father 182 184 Spiritual Utterances 185 187 Signs of the Times 191 Hope amid Billows The Carcase-vultures 193 195 200 The Last Judgment 20 2 212 Becovery from Sickness of the Prince of Wales. . Marriage of the Princess Louise and the Marquis of Lome The University Boat-race The Demon of War . . , . . . - . . 214 21& 218 221 222 France and Prussia 22a The Instability of Earthly Greatness The Eeds of Paris 224 226 Beformation ^ . 228 230 The Days of our Age On a Poor Man's Grave 233 234 The Power of God 236 The Steam-Engine The News of the Day Translation of a Latin Epigram . . 237 238 239 239 240 Ditto ditto 246 CONTENTS. XV PAET II. TBAKSLATIONS IBOM THJj ODES 01' HOEAOE. Book I. —Ode I PAOE .. 252 Ode IX 256 Ode XI .. 260 Ode XIV 262 OdeXV .. 266 OdeXVin 272 OdeXXn .. 276 Ode XXIV 280 OdeXXVI .. 284 OdeXXVIU 286 OdeXXIX .. 290 OdeXXXn 294 Ode XXXIV .. 298 Book n. -Oden 302 Odem .. 306 Ode IV 310 OdeX .. 314 Ode XI 818 Ode Xni .. 322 Ode XIV 328 Ode XVI .. 332 OdeXVm 838 Book III. —Ode I ' .. .. 342 Ode XIV 348 Ode XVI .. 852 Ode XVin 358 OdeXXin .. 362 Ode XXIV 366. OdeXXIX . . 372. :SV1. COKTENTS. PA8B Ode XXX 380 Book IV. -Ode V 382 OdeVn 388 Ode Vm 392 Ode XV 396 Epode I 400 Epode n 404 Epode IV .. .. ■ .. 412 The End 416 Index of Part I 417 Index of Part It 421 TO THE CRITIC. Think not, man who dost this book review, I fancy all within is good and new, Much it contains has been already said, And may perchance be elsewhere better read ; Much you may deem lacks the authority Of the great Doctors of Divinity ; Yet, as in Nature search is not in vain In a large chaff-heap for some golden grain — As, when we ramble on the pebbly shore, We now and' then pick up a madrepore, So doubtless in these pages you will find Some matter good and precious of its kind ; That much, my Christmas gift, set down sts gain ; What's left, the refuse, suifer to remain.. PAET I. ORIGINAL HYMNS AND POEMS. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. - - j ^ ^CiS; W" -'- THE CHOIES OF HEAVEN. " Singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord.' The music of the heavenly spheres Is not like that which strikes our ears In this our poor abode, But richer finer harmonies The spirits sing in Paradise Before the throne of God : Yet from the heart of earthly saint Sounds of sweet music, though but faint, As from some lowly shrine, May mingle with the melody Of Heaven's angelic company, Pleasing the ear divine ; " THE SPIRIT AND THE MFSE, If only God, who liketh well Within the humble heart to dwell, Will set the chords aright, That this poor broken instrument May sound a sweet accomp'niment Meet for the sons of light. THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. HOLY MATRIMONY. ' What God hatli joined together, let not man put asunder." Rejoice, ye nuptial twain, Bound by a mystic chain, Fair is the marriage love Which God has sealed above. Daughter, who now art wed To this thy lord and head, Let not the serpent's guile Thy simple mind defile. Son, in God's image made, Love thou this holy maid. And be the strength and guide Of her, thy chosen bride. b2 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. Let no unseemly strife Break out 'twixt man and wife, Hallow the earthly tie By heavenly harmony. Observe the solemn troth Here witnessed by you both — One mind, one soul, one heart, One faith, till death shall part. Grod grant you rich increase ! God grant you joy and peace, Health, length of years, and love, Eternal life above ! THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. TAKING THE YEIL. ' That ye may attend upon the Lord without distraction." Virgin daughter, who art led To this altaf to be wed, Who thy heart and sonl hast given Freely to the God of Heaven, Christ thy husband thou dost choose, Christ thy love -will not refuse ; Thou shalt be his holy bride, He shall be thy Lord and Guide : Clad in raiment white as snow. None more beautiful than thou ; Faithfulness, and truth divine, Spotless purity, are thine. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Hark ! a thousand thousand times Sound the everlasting chimes ; Angels, unperceived by men, Throng the glorious wedding train. Virgin daughter, from this hour Know the Heavens are thy dower ; Earth has nothing to compare With the glories treasured there. Lowly, lowly, lowly bow, Ere thou take the solemn vow ; Then to earth for ever dead, Then to Christ /or ever wed. THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. HOLY COMMUNION. " Ye do shew the Lord's death till he come." A spotless lamb, by God's command, Was on the Jewish altar slaiji, That men might know that blood alone Could take away the sinner's stain : But none, save Jesus, God's own Son, Could cleanse from sin, or stop the curse ; His body broken, blood poured forth. Redeemed the guilty Universe. The work he finished : now no more Jesus himself is offered up, Yet still, in thankful memory, We break the bread, and take the cup ; THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. And, as in love and joy and peace His people in communion meet, They hail by faith that better feast, When Christ himself with them shall eat. Lord, thy dying love exceeds "What men or angels can declare ; Teach us, while here thy death we shew. For thy bright presence to prepare. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. HOLY BAPTISM. ' He took them up in his arms, put his hands upon them, and blessed them." Mother, -with thy precious load, Standing by the font of God, Know that Jesus did of old Infants in his arms enfold ; Know that he their surety stood, Shedding his atoning blood : He, who died the world to save, Wills this little one to have. See the water, God's own sign. By the word, of grace divine ; Calling on the Holy Name, For thy babe the blessing claim ; We will drop the heavenly dew, God wiU form the soul anew ; 10 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Then, upon the infant's face As the Saviour's cross we trace, Pray we that, when called to drink Of His cup, he may not shrink. Heirs of glory ! heirs of hliss ! Such the children who are his ; He will help them through the fight, Crown, and give them robes of white ; When the Lord the dead shall raise. Babes shall rise to give him praise : Now to God the Father be, And, Eternal Son, to thee Blessing, glory, honour, power, Through all ages evermore. THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. • 11 THE CAERYING ANGEL AND THE DEPARTED SPIRIT. ' I heard a voice from Heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in . the Lord from henceforth : -yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours, and their works do foUow them." ANGEL speaks : " Hail, Spirit, last from earth. But not of mortal birth, Well hast thou run, Thy labour now is done, Thy life in Heaven's begun ; Put on thee now this robe of heavenly white. And be for ever now a child of light, Standing in great Jehovah's sight." 12 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. SPIRIT answers : bright ! best abode ! To rest at last with. God ! Expected long, Much sought in prayer, in song. Days, nights, and years, how long! Exceeding expectation ! far above Where fancy in her highest flight could rove ! Well worth the toil ! God's gift of love ! ANGEL : It is as thou hast said, And well art thou repaid All thou did'st dare Bravely to do and bear ; Answered in full thy prayer ; But not one millionth part dost thou yet know Of what Almighty goodness will bestow On thee — on all who loved below. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 13 SPIRIT : Great love ! transcending thought ! Who first us sinners bought With Jesus' blood, Then made us like to Grod, Now gives us this abode, Where, were we endless ages to remain Just as we are, what lack ? who could complain. Seeing with God, as kings, we reign ? ANGEL : 'Tis so : supremely blest Whose lot is here to rest ; And now farewell : What God shall will, is well ; It is not mine to tell The countless worlds, where countless myriads raise To the great Father everlasting praise For all his great and wondrous ways. 14 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. THE SPIRITS IN PRISON. ' He went and preached unto the spirits in prison, which sometime were disobedient, when once the long-suffering of God waited in the days of Noah." Alas the lost — the dear, We long since laid upon their bier, ,Then saw no more ! They lived, they died, in sin ; How could God's holy angels take them in The eternal door ? Eor them a dreadful doom^ — Their bodies in the silent tomb Crumbled to dust ; And in a place below The avenging angels did their souls bestow Their doom was just. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 15 Alas ! we mourned them sore, While lasted yet their life's brief hour ; They would not hear : Have we no tears to shed, Now they are suffering in that prison dread ? They still are dear. "What ! may we sympathize With ;fchose who dying closed their eyes Foes of God's power ? Is it not now too late ? Must we not own the justice of their fate. And love no more ? God, tis hard to break, E'en when we do it for thy sake. With those we love : Such love for thee below We feeble creatures cannot fully show — We may above 16 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. What if we see again Those sinners dear without a stain Of sin and death ! Grod, thy mighty power After their prison-penance can restore The living breath. How can we disbelieve What thou, who never canst deceive, Thyself hast said. How Jesus from the grave The word of life to deluged sinners gave, Our King and Head ? Then may not ours be glad, As, musing in their chambers sad. They think of One, Who went himself to Hell, And did of old the cheering tidings tell Of victory won ? THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 17 And may not we rejoice That they may hear his kindly voice, And see his face ? Then shall those dead trees bloom, The quickened spirits come forth from the tomb. Praising God's grace. For an expoaition of the doctrine suggested in this Hymn, see the chapter headed " Everlasting damnation " ia a little work entitled " Churches and their Creeds," which may be had of the Author. 18 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE, THE CHURCHYAED. " He giveth his beloved sleep." Let not the rude unhallowed sound Of riot mirth be heard around The still Churchyard, whose chambers keep Their bodies who have fallen asleep ; The Lord has called them to their rest ; God grant their spirits may be blest, And, at the great day of release. They may enjoy eternal peace ! Pause, then, and breathe a silent prayer O'er those who lie sepultured here. That God may grant with them to thee A glorious immortality. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 19 THE HOUSE OF MOURNING. " Sorrow not, even as others which have no hope." Mourner, weep ! to shed the tear For the friends we hold most dear, Though they may not see or hear. Is indeed a comfort here : But rememher, Jesus said, When the widow's hopes had fled, " "Weep not." — At his word the dead Woke, and left the funeral bed. Mourner, weep ! But know that thou Canst not 'scape the common woe ; In a few short years or so, We shall he as those below ; Yet we need not moan our fate, Be it early, be it late ; Christ, who burst the infernal gate, For his coming bids us wait. c2 20 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Mourner, weep ! but in the day, When the creature of decay Shall put on his bright array. What, mourner, wilt thou say ? When the saints their Lord shall meet. Friends long-parted friends shall greet, All enjoy communion sweet In the Heavens, their lasting seat ! THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 21 HOME MISSIONS. ' The weapons of our warfare are not oamal.'' Arm, Christians, arm, And sound the alarm Through all our natiye land ; Against the foe God bids us go In one united band. The grains of sand 'Twixt sea and land, Which hem the ocean's verge, "Weak one by one, Together thrown. Fling back the watery surge. 22 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. So, brethren, we. Though weak we be. If scattered, 'gainst our foes, When hand in hand We take om* stand, May all their strength oppose. We put not trust In this poor dust, In fleshy sword or shield ; But God's own word. The Spirit's sword. The weapon that we wield. Not ours to prey, Or wound or slay. Or fellow men to enslave ; We fight to win The world from sin, And soul and body save. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 23 No doubtful strife For death or life, By earthly captain led— To conquest we And victory Still follow Christ our Head. Then let us not Bemoan our lot, Or like the cowards yield ; But heart with heart. No more to part, "With courage take the field. Arm, Christians, arm. And sound the alarm Through all our natire land ; Against the foe God bids us go In one united band. 24 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. FOREIGN MISSIONS. " Go, ye swift messengers." High blows the wind, and strong the gale, "Which fills the mission vessel's sail ; Go forth, ye noble spirits, go, The Lord himself stands at the prow, The Lord will speed you on your way, Your guide by night, your guide by day,. Till ye shall reach the appointed bay. 'Tis not for gold ye're sailing o'er The mighty ocean's deafening roar ; 'Tis not that ye would fain disown Your native land for lands vmknown ; 'Tis not to view with rapt'rous eyes The splendid landscape, splendid skies- Of some far distant Paradise : THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 25 A nobler motive prompts your quest, A holier purpose fills your breast ; Moved by the Spirit from above, Yours is a voyage full of love ; The bread of life ye take to feed The famished nations in their need ; "Well, Christian merchants, may ye speed ! 26 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. GOOD WORDS AND COMFORTABLE WORDS. ' My brethren, be strong in the Lord, and in the power of his might.' Men, brothers bold, To sin and Satan sold, Bear not to be the thralls Of him whose bondage galls ; Know, Christ for you has died, And broke the oppressor's pride ; His subjects be, Rally beneath his banner, and be free. What ! still remain, And hug the deadly chain ! Shall prisoners refuse The freedom they may choose ? Shall Christ in vain have shed His blood for souls so dead ? Arm for the strife, Do battle for your liberty — your life. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 27 Brothers, make haste, The precious time ye waste ; Each moment that ye stay Adds danger to delay ; Begin at once the fight, Strong in the Lord your might : Arise, before The voice which calls is hushed, to call no more. Come, join the array, There's glory in this fray ; Already in the war Jesus is conqueror ; Before the Prince of light, See ! darkness takes its flight : To him be power. And glory, and dominion, evermore. 28 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. THE CHRISTIAN SABBATH. ' This is the day which the Lord hath made, we will rejoice and be glad in it." Who that has watched the billows roll, Or eyed the wonders of the pole, Or seen the lightning rend the sky, Or heard the thunder rolling by, Or marked throughout the circling year The seasons each its produce bear, Or mused in holy solitude On what is just and true and good, But knows that man is not alone. But cared for by the Almighty One, Who would his creatures should be blest With holy work and holy rest ; But chiefly on the Sabbath day May w e discern the better way ; THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 29 For tlLen did he, who died for men, Jesus our Saviour, rise again, And open out to mortal sight New realms of undiscovered light : Then cease this day from worldly care. And give thyself to praise and prayer. And tell abroad the gracious plan, How God redeemed sinful man. 30 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. THE HOUSE OF GOD. "A tabernacle for a shadow." The mercy of the Lord as far exceeds All human mercies, as bright flowers do weeds, Enlivening ever with a constant bloom This desert world, these skies o'ercast with gloom. Thy temples, Lord, are like a hallowed bower, Wherein thy weary pilgrims rest an hour. There, in their journey heavenwards, to be fed By angel-hands with Christ, the living bread. What joy is theirs, to pause, though but a while. And join in holy converse without guile. To praise thee for the wonders of thy hand. And pray for strength to reach the better land I THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 31 Refreshed and strengthened, soon again they rise To brave the dangers of their enterprise, Looking for Christ, their Saviour-King, to come Himself, and take them to their promised home 32 THE SPIRIT AKD THE MUSE. THE WORD OF GOD. ' When thy word goeth forth, it giveth light and understanding unto the simple." We give thee thanks, Lord, For thy most holy Word ; ■write upon our hearts The truths which it imparts ; Dispose us day by day Its precepts to obey. And grant, the more we know, The holier we may grow. What here we cannot see But most imperfectly, Teach us by faith to prize As highest mysteries. THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. 33 The stars of Heaven shall fail, The sun and moon grow pale. Thy Word, Lord, divine Shall more than ever shine. O let the gladd'ning light Dawn on the realms of night. And to the world proclaim The great Messiah's name. 34 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. WATCHNIGHT. ' This year also." CHOEUS or VOICES. "'' take him away ! take him away ! " He's a child of the night and not of the day t " take him away ! " ANOTHER CHORUS. " We plead for this sick and drooping soul, " pardon his sin and make him whole ! " make him whole ! " Such were the voices I seemed to hear Just at the close of the dying year, Spirits in conflict, these for my death. Those to prolong yet awhile my breath. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 35 Thousands of Seraphim loud and long Sing round the throne of Grod their song, Yet doth the faintest whisper of prayer Pierce through His ear, who sitteth there : Methought that in mercy he heard the prayer Of those who besought him my life to spare ! Straightway there flew from the realms on high One of those Cherubs that fill the sky ; Cleansed was my soul from sin's foul stain, Snatched was my soul from Satan's reign, Strengthened with Heaven's refreshening dew, I fell on my knees and prayed anew : For every prayer which I lifted on high. For every bitter repentant sigh. For every struggle, hearty and true. To forsake my sin, and my duty do. For every cross I bravely endured. For every success by grace secured. Thousands of saints, who had fought and won, Methought I heard crying, " "Well done ! "Well done ! " d2 36 THE SPIRIT AISTD THE MUSE. THE CLOSE OF THE YEAR. ' Hide thy face from my Bins, and blot out all mine iniquities.' Lord, I pray thee to efface For ever every sinful trace, Whicli thine all seeing eye can see Clearly in every part of me. Xiet thy most precious blood atone 'For all the evil I have done, And grant that I may never be A castaway, good Lord, from thee. Let not the God of this world blind And hold in unbelief my mind, But fix my heart on things above, And let me see and know thy love. THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. 37 Teach me to spend each passing year, Rememb'ring thou art ever near, Striving in all things to fulfil With all my heart thy perfect will ; That, -when I have fulfilled the span Thou metest out to mortal man, I may through mercy have a place "With those who see thee face to face. 38 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. THE NEW YEAR. " The time is near." Another year has past, Time and the world yet last, Not yet has Jesus come To take his people home. Ye holy men, endure. Your confidence is sure ; Though wickedness wax strong, It shall not be for long. A little while, and then Jesus shall come again, To give to each his due — Judgment most just and true. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 39 When Jesus comes to reign, The world — ah ! then how vain ! Seek ye no earthly prize, Lift to the Heavens your eyes. Despise the toil and shame, Your Lord endured the same ; Stand fast and persevere. The time is drawing near. To be with Jesus then, Like angels, not like men ! Such glory to attain "Were worth a little pain. Ye who are waxing faint, Make to the Lord complaint ; Strive but to do his will, He will preserve you still. Ye who have gone astray, Lo ! Jesus is the way ; Ye who are sore opprest, Lo ! Jesus offers rest. 40 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE heed the gracious call Of him who died for all, Now is the day of grace, Now seek the Saviour's face. One universal cry Be raised to God on high For safety in the strife, For the all-glorious life. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 41 MORNING. " How long wilt thou sleep, sluggard ?" Long since has the orient Sun Through the heavens his course begun. Cheering with his glorious ray This fair world another day : Now the bee is on his road, Now the ant has got her load, Now the beasts, though wild and rude. Have by search obtained their food ; Wherefore, man, with sluggard head Dost thou turn upon thy bed ? Up, and use the precious time ; Lo ! Creation's in its prime. 42 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Now the dew is on the grass. Now the lake is clear as glass, Now the earth, refreshed with showers, Yields her sweetest loveliest flowers ; Now the hirds are on the wing, Now their cheeriest songs they sing ; Listen to the whispering breeze. Listen to the rustling trees ; Nature bids thee, man, awake, Nature for thy teacher take ; Up, and use the precious time, Lo ! Creation's in its prime. God, who gave thee thy domain, Bade thee, when he made thee, reign ; Beasts and cattle need their Head, Rouse thee, sluggard, from thy bed : "Wherefore tarry ? Art thou loth ? Is thy soul o'ercome with sloth ? Up, and let thine incense rise To the Sovereign of the skies ; Join thy voice in praise and prayer "With Creation for his care ; Then to labour — now's the time ; Lo ! Creation's in its prime. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. . 43 NIGHT. " The night oometli." Lo ! another day has ended, And the God we have offended Has again in mercy led us, Housed, apparelled, guarded, fed us ! O how great has heen our blindness ! Or his constant lovingkindness Would have stirred us to thanksgiving, And to new and holy living. Great has ^een our provocation Of the God of our salvation ; We have followed our wills rather Than the will of God our Father. 44 THE SPIRIT AND THE MFSE. Had we loved and served him ever With our heartiest endeavour, We could not have earned his favour, But our faith would not now waver. Night is coming — Woe unto us ! Death will utterly undo us ! Then the grave and dissolution ! Then the last dread retribution ! Strength and hope begin to fail us, Just when they should most avail us ; God could help us in our danger, God we have provoked to anger. Let us quickly make confession Of our manifold transgression ; Let us pray for restoration And the Spirit's consolation. Father, in the name of Jesus, From the load of sin release us ; Compass us about with favour. Help us that we no more waver : THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 45 Keep us under thy protection Till the glorious resurrection ; Grant us then to stand before thee, And for ever to adore thee. 46 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. THE NIGHT WATCHES. " I sleep, but my heart waketh." The sun is sinking in the west, The labourer's hast'ning home to rest, The beast to lair, the bird to nest ; To watch and pray, man, is best. The angels, ne'er weighed down with sleep, In Heaven eternal vigil keep ; Oh ! in the hour of darkness deep Rejoice, ye saiats, ye mourners, weep. Now cleanse the soul from earthly soil. Now fill the lamp with holy oil, Now the great Tempter's projects foil. Lest of the heart he make a spoil. THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. 47 PEACE. ' There was no more sea.' Restless the waves of human passion swell Over the vast expanse of earth's domains, Never to cease, while earth itself remains "With Heaven and Hell : But when earth, Heaven, and Hell shall pass away Then has the Lord ordained with them shall cease This angry tumult, and instead, the peace Of endless day. 48 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. ST. MICHAEL AND ALL ANGELS. " He shall give his angels charge oonoerning thee." In the dark night, when all is still, And men are wrapt in sleep, Angels, performing God's high will, , Watch o'er the holy keep : With silent motion through the air Unnoticed they descend, They seek not empty homage here, God's glory is their end. The sick, the wounded in the strife, The faint, the sore distrest — To these they whisper words of life And dreams of holy rest. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 49 At early dawn with gentle hand They break the calm repose, And onward cheer the pilgrim band Through all earth's toils and woes. Crrant, Lord, that, when life's day shall end, And death's dark night is come, Thy Angel-guards may stiU attend To bear our spirits home. 50 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. THE INVISIBLE PRESENCE. And he said, Thou canst not see my face, for there shall no man see me, and live." What holy secret, Lord, is this, That thou dost ever round us dwell ? The earth, the HeaveD, Hell's dark abyss The greatness of thy presence tell. Our thoughts, our ways, our heart's desire. Our purpose hid, our plan exprest, Our words, our looks, our life entire. All, all to thee are manifest. At home, abroad, awake, asleep. With others, or companionless. In daylight broad, in darkness deep, Thou'rt present, God of holiness. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 51 No voice we hear, no form we see, Nor mighty sign, nor miracle, Yet still, in awful majesty, Thou'rt present, great Invisible. Amazing thought ! that Grod most high Should stoop so low, should be so near ! On this vile earth should cast his eye ! Should us poor sinners hold so dear ! Ah ! not to judge — 'tis to bestow Gifts far exceeding, Lord, our due, That thou dost walk with us below, Albeit hidden from our view : And if the sight of thee's concealed From these dim eyes, 'tis only tUl The sin-sick soul by grace is healed. And sight of God would bring no ill. For scarce we bear the sun's bright rays. Or the quick lightning's awful might ; How then could we endure the blaze Of the Creator's glorious light ? E 2 52 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. never could the sinner's eye Behold the Godhead and not die : Come, then, we pray thee, come, Lord, nigh, But come to us invisibly. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 53 ST. JOHN BAPTIST. " He sent, and beheaded John in the prison.' The Baptist's voice, whose mighty cry Proclaimed Messiah's reign as nigh, Is hushed in silence now ; None saw the blow Which laid him low ; Alone in his dark prison-cell The noble martyr murdered fell ; He fought his battle well : The damsel brought his bleeding head, Which on a charger she had laid ; None wept — none pitied ! Yet vain were Herod's cruel boast, If angels of the heavenly host Receive the souls God values most : The good may die — they are not lost. 54 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Another voice with gentler cry Warns that the reign of God is nigh ; Great works by him are done : A mightier one By far than John, A mightier Name than ancient seers — King Herod in his palace hears, And pales with guilty fears : In vain they seek to' allay his dread : * 'Tis he — John — risen from the dead,' The affrighted monarch said : Him too will Herod one day mock, And deck him for a laughing-stock, The Lord— the Shepherd of the flock, To wicked men a stumblino-block ! THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 55 CHRISTMAS. " A babe lying in a manger." Think not that babe, so weak and small, Thou seest in yonder cattle-stall. Is, like the most of human race, Destined for some inglorious place : Hid by a veil of flesh, behold The Christ, whom prophets have foretold. Come now at last, the world to save From sin, from Satan, and the grave. His holy empire shall extend Throughout the earth from end to end. Throughout vast regions of the sky Unviewed as yet by mortal eye : 56 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Therefore it was that shepherds came ■ To see the babe of Bethlehem ; Therefore the wise men froin afar Followed the leading of the star ; Therefore all Christian people raise From year to year glad hymns of praise To him, who, though high Lord of all, Was bom and cradled in a stall. Man of the world, headstrong and wild, Despise not thou this heavenly child ; If thou hereafter would' st be great. Thine too must be a low estate. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 57 THE SHEPHERDS OF BETHLEHEM. " The shepherds returned glorifying and praising God." When Christ was bom and laid In a rude manger-bed, Poor shepherds of the fold Were first the tidings told : From Heaven a glorious light Shone through the dark of night, And angels from above Sang out the Father's love ; Heaven heard the joyful cry, Earth gave the glad reply : " Glory to God in highest realms be given, " Peace upon earth, good will to men from Heaven." 58 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE, Scarce had the angels gone, The shepherds every one Set out to see the sign Of him of David's line ; With utmost speed they came That night to Bethlehem ; They saw him in the stall, A babe, the Lord of all ; They told the listening crowd What angels sang aloud, And much the people wondered at the word, But Mary mused the more, the more she heard No gifts those holy men Took to their folds again ; No rich and sumptuous fare Broke for a while their care ; The cold and dewy night — The stars to give them light — A weary watch to keep Over a flock of sheep — Poor shepherds still, the same As when the angels came ; Yet, as from Bethlehem they homeward went, They praised the Lord their God, and were content. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 59 A PRAYER FOR LENT. ' Heal me, Lord, and I shall be healed ; save me and I shall be saved." Lord, pardon me before 1 die, That I at peace with thee may lie ; Then, though my body waste and wane. Though every joint be racked with pain. Though life ba loathsome, death a gain, Yet will I not thy love arraign. Lord, pardon me before I die. That I at peace with thee may lie ; Then Hell may yawn, the grave devour, Gehenna's flames in torrents pour. Legions of devils round me lour, Yet will I not mistrust thy power. 60 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Lord, pardon me before I die, That I at peace with thee may lie ; Then shall I from the dust arise. Then see thy glory with mine eyes, Then, lifted up above the skies. In that land rest where nothing dies. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 61 THE SUFFERINGS OF JESUS. ' Thinkest thou that I cannot now pray to my Bather, and he shall presently give me more than twelve legions of angels ? " The armies of the heavenly hosts Stand watching at their several poets. Ready to draw the glittering sword, If great Jehovah speak the word. Ah ! wherefore then is God's own Son In hour of darkness left alone, Betrayed, condemned, led forth to die A robber's death on Calvary? Such was the Almighty Father's will To save the world from deadly ill ; For Us the willing victim bled. For us was numbered with the dead. 62 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. A full atonement now is made, The sumless debt of sin is paid. The Grave is conquered, man is free. We live, we live etemallv. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 6a EASTER. " Thy dead men shall live, together with my dead body shall they arise." The Lord is risen, is risen, to-day, Seek not the tomb where late he lay ; Mount up by faith to where on high He lives, he lives, no more to die. "What now the insult and the scorn, The heavy cross by Jesus borne ? The Powers of Heaven before hiin bow, And hail him King of Glory now. Shall we then grovel here below ? Shall we to earth's dead idols bow ? Mount up, mount up, ye saints, and sing, ' The Lord is risen, the Lord is King.' 64 THE SPIEIT AND THii; MUSE. Now God from Heaven to earth comes down, His power, his love, his truth, are known ; Break forth, ye nations all, and sing, ' The Lord is risen, the Lord is King.' Expect him, ye sons of light. To come again with clouds in might ; Both quick and dead shall in that day Hear his dread summons and obey. The Lord is risen ; ye deaf men, hear ; Ye dead, arise ; your God is near ; Come forth, come forth, rejoice and sing, 'The Lord is risen, the Lord is King.' THE SPIIBIT AND THE MUSE. 65 WITNESSES OF THE EESUREECTION. ■" Him God raised up, and showed him openly, not to all the people, but unto witnesses chosen before of God." Ask we the cause so few. The Lord of life who knew. Beheld him, when from death he rose to view — The holy women, then A group of faithful men. And last ia Galilee a humble train : Know, this was God's own way, By which, his wrath to stay, He proved if men would listen and obey : Not in the people's sight, Not ia his risen might, ' Not with a sudden blaze of heaven-aent light — 66 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. In silent power arose From his three days' repose The Lord, the Saviour, startling friends and foes ; He stood in flesh and bone. Seen but by few, alone, Himself the witness that the work was done ! He, who did thus appear Of old in vision clear To those who did in humble faith draw near, Has promised to send down His Spirit to his own, Till he shall come himself, their joy and crown. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUpi. 67 JESUS THE LIFE OF THE WOELD. " The Life was manifested." Jesus, for ages long concealed, Jesus, whom Grod the Father sealed, Jesus, our Life, is now revealed ! They laid him in a manger-bed, They crowned with thorns his holy head. They took him to the tomb when dead. Now, seated on a heavenly throne, He wears an everlasting crown, And Death and Hell has trampled down. p2 68 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. In every place, the world around, As men teU out the joyful sound. Blessings increase and joys abound. Angels and saints, fall down before Jesus, our Life, in this his hour Of glory 9,nd Almighty power. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 69 PRAISE TO THE LAMB. " Worthy is the Lamb that was slain.'' Worthy to live and reign The Lamb who once was slain, Worthy of honour, worship, power, From all for evermore. 'Tis he who intercedes For us in all our needs, 'Tis he who, when we faint with fear. Sends down the Comforter. 'Tis he who leads his own By paths to them unknown, That he may give them an abode For ever with their Grod. 70 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. help us, Lord, we pray, Help us in this our day, That, when in glory thou appear, "We may that glory share. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 71 TRUSTING IN THE LORD. " Trust ye in the Lord alway." Those, only thosei are truly blest, "Who in the Lord Jehovah rest. Not seeking in a world like this A false and transitory bliss. Reserved for faith's triumphant band Are lasting joys in that fair land. Whither the Lord has gone before, That we may go, when life is o'er. There let us fix our steadfast eyes Far from all earthly vanities ; Short is our life; this evening's ray May mark the dawn of endless day. 72 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. A BETTER COUNTRY. ' Here have we no continuing city, but we seek one to come." In days of trial and distress. When none can aid or give redress, When hearts are cold and hopes are wan,. And fear conies over every man, How sweet it is to know there is A happier, holier world than this, A world no foe, nor pain, nor pest, Nor sin, nor sorrow can molest, Which they who reach can never cease To live in love and joy and peace — To know, too, that the Lord who bore For us the cross has gone before. Has passed within those heavenly doors, That we might know that world is ours — To know that in a few short days. If we but ponder well our ways. THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. 75 We may indeed ourselves belong To that most high, most holy throng ; Nor fable this, nor idle dream, Nor as the things which merely seem ; This is the word which God has given, This is the truth brought down from heaven ; When God alone with Christ shaU reign. This word of truth shall still remain. 74 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. " SPIRITUAL GROANINGS." ' Even we ourselves groan within ourselves, waiting for the adoption, to wit, the redemption of our body." While yet on earth To feel the throbbings of the heavenly birth — To rise above the turmoil and the strife Of this most troubled life — Calmly to rest Upon the Saviour's breast, Submissive to the Father's wise behest — What purer bliss To earthly saint than this ? THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 75 Soon to the brink Of this terrestrial world again we sink; Our fleshly fetters will not let us soar Long on the heavenly shore ; Therefore we sigh For those bright worlds on high, Where reigns the Lord our Grod in majesty ; There shall our joy Be pure from all alloy. i 76 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. WHITSUNTIDj;. " His arrow shall go forth as the lightning." When on the holy Jesus fell The Spirit, like a dove, God by that sign vouchsafed to tell A mystery of love ; Confined to Israel's narrow bound As yet the glorious Gospel-sound, "Where gently Jesus with his word The spirit of his people stirred : But when upon the faithful came. In God's appointed hour, With rushing wind and cloven flarpe, The Spirit in his power, Sign, then had come the promised day. The word should speed resistless way, From pole to pole, from sea to sea. With shout, and song, and victory. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 77 Lord, let the lightning of thy word, The thunder of thy power, In every clime be seen and heard, Till all manldnd adore. Till all are gentle as the dove. And all are fired with holy love, And all resound with glad acclaim The wonders of the threefold Name. 78 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. DULL EARS, RAE^D HEARTS. " He caiiaeth the wind to blow, and the waters flow.' Blow, wind ; beat, rain ; Come, thou swift hurricane, And echo forth thy voice to sinful meii Stun their dull ears, "Wake up their dormant fears, And make them think of past and coming years. The Almighty's breath Through the world's length and breadth Carried the tidings forth of life and death ; Calm as the dove Descending from above The Spirit whispered words of heavenly love. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 7& Man in his pride God's truth has quite defied. Himself his counsellor, his trust, his guide ; The pedant's lore. Earth's yellow glittering ore — These are the idols that he falls before ! Blow, wind; beat, rain; Come, thou swift hurricane. And echo forth thy voice to sinful men ; Stun their dull ears. Wake up their dormant fears, And make them think of past and coming years. 60 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. JESUS THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD. ' He that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life." When in the wilderness, Faint and provisionless, Israel was wandering, God's overshadowing Fiery presence in glory was seen. Christ, like a beacon-light. Shines through the dark of night, Leading the saints of God By the way he has trod. Till they reach safely in Heaven their abode. THE SPIRIT AND THE MFSE. 81 Christian wayfaring men, Take up your crosses, then ; Jesus both can and will Guide and support us, till IVe too-come safely to Zion's fair hill : There shall all labours cease. There shall be joy and peace. There every living thing Shall without ceasing sing Praises to Jesus, our Grod and our King. 82 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. STILLING THE TEMPEST. " The wind and the aea obey him.'' The wind, it came down with a gusty sweep From Galilee's hills on the peaceful deep, Which was lifted on high by the tempest's breath. And threatened beneath with the chasms of death. The hearts of the sailors were valiant and true. But fiercer and fiercer the wild wind blew. And the biUowy surge swept over the deck, And the ship was covered, and all but a wreck. There was but One who had power to save The poor stricken souls from a watery grave, But he lay, in spite of the storm on the deep. Behind on a pillow, and fast asleep. THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. 83 The disciples made haste the Lord to awake, To behold the tempest that shook the lake ; " And carest thou not, good Master " — they said — " save us, we perish without thy aid." Then the Lord arose, and rebuked the deep, And commanded the winds to be hushed in sleep, And the winds and the waves that instant cease, And all is again in perfect peace. 'Tis thus, as we sail o'er the waters of life. We are tost on a sea of tempestuous strife, But the flood shall not drown us, our Guardian is he Who can still with a word the wind and the sea. g2 84 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. THE GODLY MAN. ' The world passeth away and the lust thereof, but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever." Shifted by every wind that blows, Nor rest nor peace the worldling knows ; Unsafe his path, unfixed his aim. His highest hope an earthly fame. The man of God holds straight his course, Unshaken by the tempest's force, His trust is in the Lord most high. His hope a mansion in the sky. Lord, give me grace with all my heart To choose and love the better part. That, when this world shall cease to be, I may in Heaven thy glory see. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 85 EEPENTANCE FROM DEAD WORKS. " Prepare to meet thy God." sinner, thou the path of life hast trod. But not with God ! Soon will a few short years have passed away. Say, sinner, say. What then the world to thee with all its show ? Nothing, I trow : Dar'st thoi^ then meet in yon dark world alone The Holy One ? Dar'st thou then stand before him, calm and brave, Child of the grave ? Will not the very thought that He is near Thrill thee with fear ? When he shall call thee to account at last For sins long past. What wilt thou say to him, or how withstand His mighty hand ? Turn — for thy God is merciful and just — Or die thou must. 86 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. CONFESSION OF SIN. ' If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins.' Those evil humours which oft lurk within These mortal frames of ours, the fruits of sin, Better discharge through sundry fleshly pores, Red pimples, ugly blisters, ulcered sores, Than let them unimpeded run their course, And by degrees poison life's very source : Just the same law effectual will be found To make the spirit as the body sound ; The act of sin, which baffled every eye, Save His, who seeth all iniquity, If closely harboured in the sinner's breast. And unrepented of and unconfest. Will poison with its taint each vital part. And at the last defy all healing art. THE SPIKIT AND THE MUSE. 87 Therefore the great Physician with the knife Would probe the wound, to save the precious life : Thou, who art conscious of some sinful sore Eating unseen into thine inmost core, Go, seek the Healer, ask him to impart Health to thy soul, and tell him all thy heart; For better far confess the sin, than wait Until the sickness spreads, and 'tis too late. 88 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. THE TALE OF OUR SINS. " ■Who can tell how oft he offendeth ? " As many as the stars which in the Heavens are seen ; As many as the flowers, strown gaily o'er the green ; , As many as the drops, descending in the shower; As many as the leaves, which fall in Autumn's hour ; As many, as the sands, which lie upon the shore. So many are the sins, alas ! which we deplore ; Our only hope is in the blood Of Jesus Christ, our Lord and God. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 89" CHRISTIAN WISDOM. "Christ the wisdom of God." The highest wisdom this world hath to give Can never teach us how we ought to live, And yet, if this we know not, all we know Doth but increase our heritage of woe. If we would seek true wisdom to attain, We first must know that Christ alone is gain ; The countless treasures of the Heavens and earth,. Lacking this treasure, are as nothing worth. Long may we search with travail and with pain, And think, because we find not, search is vain, Yet must we still with patience persevere — Oft, when we think him furthest, Christ is near. 90 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUS|1. Leave we to him to fix the time ajid place, The measure and the manner of his grace, In all his dispensations let us rest, Of one thing sure, that He knows what is best. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 91 DOING GOD'S WILL. ' Thy will be done." 'Mid all the bustling scenes of life, 'Mid all its turmoil and its strife, "Would'st thou preserve a quiet mind, Would'st thou a certain refuge find, One only thought thy whole soul fill. To do God's will. Let others delve for golden ore. Let others boast of worldly lore. Let others office seek and power. Let others toy in pleasure's bower ; One only thought thy whole soul fill. To do God's will. 92 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. The things around us which appear Are not the only objects here ; To those, whose eyes are heavenwards bent, Visions of heavenly things are sent ; One only thought thy whole soul fill, To do God's will. Commend thy soul to God in prayer. And thank him daily for his care ; In every hap, at every hour, See Jesus in his love and power; One only thought thy whole soul fill. To do God's wHl. Vex not thyself with curious eye Into the coming years to pry ; The clouds, that on thy heavens are cast, "When Jesus comes, will all have passed ; One only thought thy whole soul fill. To do God's will. THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. 93 A MAN'S WORK. " Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might ." "Whate'er thou dost, do well ; it may not stand An hour; it may for centuries endure ; But thou shalt have performed thy Lord's command, And thy reward shall be for ever sure. It may not be a palace thou dost rear, It may be but a cottage for the poor ; No matter ; 'tis the Lord's ; be of good cheer ; Palace or cottage, thy reward is sure. Here thou must learn to work ; earth is God's school ; Let not thy hours iu idleness be spent ; Bow thy stiff neck, thy stubborn spirit rule ; What thy Lord sets thee, do, and be content. 94 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. When he has tried and fully proved thy worth, Found thee obedient, diligent, p,nd true, Then he will take thee from his school of earth. And in his Heaven- world give thee work to do. THE SPIHIT AND THE MUSE. 95 PEAYER. " Pray without ceasing." Oast, my soul, aside Thy sorrow and thy fear : No matter whai betide, Do thou to God draw near. Draw near unto the throne, The Father's throne on high. Where sits the only Son In gracious majesty. The Lord is still the same, Thy heart and voice prepare ; In his most holy Name Draw near, my soul, in prayer. 96 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. Thou shalt not pray in vain, If thus thou wilt draw near ; Have faith in him, and then Thy way shall be made clear. But, ere thou dost implore ' Fresh blessings from above, Forget not to adore And thank him for his love ; For all that he has done. For all that he has given. But chiefly for his Son, His precious gift from Heaven. And count it, not a task Thus ever to draw near ; If they would have who ask, They needs must persevere. In sickness and in health. In sorrow, joy, or fear. In times of want, in wealth, Still stedfastly draw near. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 97 So in the solemn hour, When prayer itself must cease, When he, whose word is power, Shall will the soul's release, Though weeping they shall bear The dead corpse to its place, The soul, borne through the air. Shall see God face to face. •9B THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. THE IMPERFECTIOK" OF QUE PRAYERS. " We know not how to pray as we ought." Gf-od, we are so weat, That, even when we seet Thy face in prayer, "We know not what to say, We know not how to pray. Nor when, nor where. Fulfil, then, gracious Lord, For us thy promised word. That, wheresoe'er But two or three shall meet In thy communion sweet, Thou wilt be there. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 99 THE BLESSED OF THE LORD. " Come unto me, all ye that are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." It was not those who pressed And jostled round the Lord, who loved him best; Not those who in the crowd Were heard to sound his praise with voices loud ; Many were halt and blind, Many, though sound in limb, were sick in mind ; Some shrank in holy fear, And some in silent sorrow shed the tear : Think you, they were unblest ? no ! He gave them rest. h2 100 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Zacchseus ran before, And climbed to see him up a sycomoie, Nor guessed the Saviour's eye Would notice, as mid thousands He passed by ; And one there was who knew That Jesus by a word his works could do, And would not have him come Within a Gentile soldier's humble home : These were the men who heard Salvation's gracious word. It was the Saviour's boast That he had come to seek and save the lost. And oh ! most tenderly He showed to all his love and sympathy. Nor was it only then That Jesus ininistered to sinful men ; Still does his watchful eye Take note of every tear, of every sigh : So kind and yet so just Is he in whom we trust. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 101 STEANGE CHILDREN. " Though Israel believe not, yet will I be glorified." That voice of power and love, That heaven-sent voice which hearts of stone could move. Once heard on Z ion's hill. Is silent now and still. What, Israel, hast thou done, That the beloved one from thee has gone ? To thee in love he came — Hast thou despised his name ? Worse still — thou didst betray Thy Lord and King to Gentile hands to slay ; His life for thee he gave — Thou brought' st him to the grave ! 102 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Thought'st thou the grave could hold Him who created all in time of old ? Thought'st thou the pains of death Could quench the immortal breath ? Let the earth, which trembled, say. Where now his body, in its tomb which lay ; His soul — it went below ; Lies it in Hades now ? A high and glorious throne Above the Heavens has now the Eternal Son ; His name abroad is spread, The Firstborn from the dead. Why should the nations grope Longer in darkness, unillumed by hope ? The reign of Death is o'er, Christ reigns for evermore. Great Quickener of the dead, Once more thy living power on Israel shed, Till all are captive led, And Death itself is dead : THE, SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 103 Then, thy great work complete, Thou with thy Father take that glorious seat, "Where, ere the worlds were made, Thou sat'st and wast obeyed. 104 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. THE BLOOD OF THE ATONEMENT. ' The blood of Jesus that speaketh better things than that of Abel.' WJien Gain had spilt his brother's blood, Earth, which drank up the purple flood. Cried to the God o£ Heaven to ban "With awful curse that wicked man. The blood of Jesus, who was slain By his own brethren, worse than Cain, Pleads with the Father to forgive, And let the guilty sinners live. precious stream ! mysterious blood Which from the side of Jesus flowed I Balm of the soul ! sure pledge and sign Thou, Lord, art ours, and we are thine. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE.. 105 THE BLESSEDNESS OF POVERTY. " The love of money is the root of all eTil." Who would not rather for his lot Have the poor peasant's humble cot, Where, though his fare were scant and rude. His days were spent in doing good. Than yon large house for his abode Far from the love and peace of God, Though every dainty decked the board. Which earth and air and sea afford ? Too often riches spoil the heart. And make the man from Q-od depart ; While gloating o'er the golden store. And ever wishing it were more. The eye is dimmed, and cannot see The glories of eternity. What shameful deeds have not been done, 106 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Prompted by gold, beneath the sun ! What falsehoods told ! what forgeries ! What frauds ! what foul conspiracies ! Thefts, murders, rapines, wars, and blood Flowing in one continuous flood ; The bands of friendship cut in twain — Prayers and entreaties all were vain — The strong exulting in their might. The weak man crushed, robbed of his right ; These left to pine with scarce a crust. Those squandering gold as if 'twere dust : No man can tell the countless crimes Which gold has caused thousands of times. Therefore it was that Jesus taught That this world's riches were but naught ; He came not in great pomp and state. He chose the poor man's low estate. To them first preached his blessed word. For them pronounced the great reward, From them he took his faithful few, Leagued with himself his work to do : Who now the rich would idolize ? Or who the poor man dare despise ? Such men have never Jesus known, THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 107 Jesus will never such men own ; Though in this world they pass for great, Because they have a fine estate, Because they happen to inherit ' Prizes of fortune, not of merit,' Yet all so soon as they by fate Have finished with this mortal state, They're destitute and desolate. Their abject spirits left to pine Without one ray on them to shine, "While the poor souls, whom they were wont To hold in very mean account, Because they made it their chief pleasure To seek the true and heavenly treasure, No longer in their sorry plight. Shine forth, like stars in dark of night. Then seek not to be rich, my friend. For this world's riches have an end. And they, who in them put their trust. Will find they've gotten nought but dust ; Lift up thine heart, lift up thiae eyes. Seek in the Heavens a lasting prize. 108 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. ILL-GOTTEN WEALTH. ' Woe to him that increaseth that which is not his ! how long ? and to him that ladeth himself with thick clay." What hast thou here ? A goodly house and fair, Whoreinthou fondly thinkest to remain, And reap the fruit of thine ill-gotten gain ; Have done ; Know'st thou not yet Thy sun Is almost set, Thy mansion is the portal of the tomb ; And thou must enter soon the dark and dreadful gloom. THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. 109 Thou hast great store Of gold and silver ore, But not one grain of it thou'lt take away, Soon as thy soul doth quit its mortal clay ; Hast thought That' all thy state Is nought Which seems so great, If in the land, where flits the parted ghost, Houses, possessions, gold, nay, thou thyself art lost ? Make haste, thou fool. Bring hither line and rule, Build thee a habitation on the Rock, Which shall endure the great and final shock. When all Of earth that's wrought Must fall And come to nought ; There fix thy dwelling, there lay up great store Of that good treasure which doth last for evermore. 110 THE -SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. ALMSGIVING. " Blessed are the merciful, forithey shall obtain mercy.' Think we, that man shall lose his meed Who helps the Christian in his need, Who for the love of Jesus shows Compassion to the poor man's woes ; Gives gladly of his little store. And only wishes it were more, Nor waits until one comes to ask, As though it were some irksome task. But, with quick eye to see the need, As quickly does the generous deed.; Denies himself from day to day To scatter hlessin gs on his way. Nor wearies in the work of love. But trusts in him who sees above — His fragrance like sweet-smeUing flowers After the Spring's refreshing showers — THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Ill Or, like the precious oiiitmeiit shed Profusely on the Saviour's head, His perfume shall mount up on high. And with sweet odour fill the sky — The mighty Lord himself hath said. That man shall never beg his bread ; The Lord shall be his staff and stay, The Lord shall guide him on his way. The Lord shall give him rich increase. The Lord shall give him life and peace, Angels shall bear him to his rest, His place shall be among the blest : When Jesus comes to wake the just From their long slumber in the dust, To endless glory he shall rise, And shine for ever in the skies. 112 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. DIVINE TREASURE. " More to he desired than gold." Like to some hidden mine, Where stores o£ precious metal shine, Lost in the earth Till labour comes and gives them birth, God's records old, Teeming with wealth untold, Escape the eye Of common folk who heedless pass them by ; But they, who prudently explore, And work for God's good ore, A vast material find Of golden treasure to enrich the mind, Which got, their love for it waxeth so great, That nothing can its force abate ; All other labour counts as nought, Pleasures by them are never sought. One joy alone— God's word to know. For this they bend, for this they bow. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE, 113 BEREAVEMENT. " Though he slay me, yet will I trust him." All who love us, all we love, God doth one by one remove, Lest too fondly we should trust Creatures who must come, to dust : Kind and merciful the blow, Though it lays our dear ones low. Reft of every earthly stay. Earthly hopes we cast away. Turn to Heaven with steadfast gaze. Ponder God's unerring ways ; There in every print we trace Sparkling love and sparkling grace. 114 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Broken then be every cord, If it bind not to t^e Lord ; Every prop be cut away, Till the Lord become our stay ; Vex us, bruise us, wound us, kill,. So, good Lord, we learn thy will. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 115 WAITING FOR OUR CHANGE. "To die is gain." The Lord, who made the worlds above, Made this fair world below, And in it tokens of his love And power all things show : And, were it not we also see Tokens of sin and death. Here we might almost wish to be For ever drawing breath : But, as with each succeeding year Sorrows and cares increase. We pray not to continue here, But die, and be at peace. i2 116 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Yet not so much this world as we, "Who need a change of state, Nor can we quite restored be, Till we have passed Death's gate. With bodies changed, with souls renewed, New creatures we shall rise, With higher powers by grace endued. To live in Paradise. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 117 HEAVENLY REST. " There remaineth a rest for the people of God." The Heavenly rest ! "Who would not so be blest? This world so fair ! "What doth it yield but care ? And yet we fear To think that death is near ! Death is no foe, 'Twas God ordained it' so .: When Jesus died, Jesus was glorified;. Death sets us free From earthly misery ; When dead, we are In God's protecting care ; Our friends may weep, But we shall calmly sleep ; 118 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE Hope is not dead, When this short life has fled : Hope still survives. And more than ever thrives : Earth is no tomb, Earth is man's second womb ; We rise again. When Jesus comes to reign ; They vrho are his Shall have eternal bliss. Would we be blest. Seek we the Heavenly rest ; Gain here is loss. Our highest gain the Cross ; Faith, hope, and love — These fit men for above. This life once o'er. We rest for evermore. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 119 LIFE IN THE WILDERNESS. ■" The Spirit driveth him into the wilderness." To some wild desert glen Far from the haunts of men God bids us go ; Then be it so, For weal or woe. What though we have our home, Where wild beasts love to roam ; Angels are near To minister — We will not fear. When compassed round with pain We shall not call in vain ; Our Saviour bore For us before All this and more. 120 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE, When in his Name we cry, God will look down from high ; He has the power, He is a tower In danger's hour. Led by his migh-ty hand, We soon shall reach the land. Where trials cease, Where joys increase, And all is peace. To him then we will raise Our voices in glad praise. The Father^ Son, And Holy One, One God alone. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 121 THE CHRISTIAN SOLDIER. " A good soldier of Jesus Christ." Oftimes has the Christian soldier Fronted death upon the field, Taught by Jesus Christ his Saviour Not to falter nor to yield. Strong the forces which assail him, Full of craft the foe's attack, Still, confiding in his Captain, Never will he turn his back. Though his flesh be faint and weary. Though his body stricken down, Yet his spirit, still unconquered. Triumphs ia the promised crown. 122 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. what glories are reeerved For the Lamb's triumphant host, Far exceeding all the sufferings That in this world they have cost ! Onward, then, brave Christian warriors, Still maintain the glorious fight. Let the traitors and fainthearted Choose a base disastrous flight. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 123 CHRISTIAN WATCHFULNESS. " Wateh ye." If God doth give thee peace. Live not, as one at ease, Idling away Life's precious day, Use thy time well, prepare For the return of war : For in this earthly clime All things are changed by time ; Nothing so sure As to endure ; No man, not even the best, Finds upon earth his rest. 124 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Look ! to the fruitful earth Seasons recur of dearth ; Grass, which was green. No more is seen ; Winds, which were hushed in sleep, Oter the wild waves sweep : Thus too the days of peace, Grod gives thee here, must cease ; While thou hast rest, To arm 'tis best, Lest haply unprepared Thou find thyself ensnared. THE SPIRIT AN'D THE MUSE. 125 THE CHRISTIAN PIL&RIM'S PROGRESS. " Speat unto the children of Israel, that they go forward." Ah ! wherefore will not men take heed In this their day, their hour of need, And, mindful of the judgment, save Their souls through Jesus from the grave ? "When Jesus comes, too late 'twill be To seek to change their destiny. All earthly joys shall then have fled. All friends he numbered with the dead, And none but they, who here below Have drunk ^ith Christ the cup of woe. Shall then behold the blest abode. Where dwell the saints in peace with Grod. 126 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. Then, Christian brothers, let us take Fresh courage, and fresh efforts make ; Serve not the world in this its hour Of pomp and pride and fancied power ; Through clouds and darkness lies our way To regions of eternal day. The Lord Jehovah calls us on. Our Captain is the Holy One, And, as with joy we march along, Angels will cheer us with their song ; When at the Lamb's high throne we bow, Glory shall crown the victor's brow. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 127 THE COMFORT OF SUFFERINGS. " As ye are partakers of the sufferings; so also of the consolation.' Repine not at sufferings — we need them to prove The strength of our faith, and the warmth of our love; By a merciful Father from Heaven they are sent, And often as loving corrections are meant. Repine not at sufferings— they bid us prepare Our hearts and our souls and our voices for prayer ; They call us away from the" follies of earth. And make us look up to the land of our birth. Repine not at, sufferings — the Lord from on high Came down from his glory to suffer and die ; For the gain set before him he recked not the loss, For the sins of the world he was nailed to the Cross. 128 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. Repine not at sufferings^ — the more they increase, The more shall our knowledge of God's blessed peace ; They last not for ever ; Grod wills them to cease, Aiid then we give thanks for the gracious release. Repine not at sufferings — ^through sufferings we know How to feel for our brethren, when they are ia woe ; The hard heart is softened, the haughty brought low, And the love, which burnt feebly, recovers its glow. Repine not at sufferings— as gold, when refined, Comes forth from the furnace the best of its kind, So all men are proved ; the base suffer loss, The sterling endure, and are purged from all dross. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 129 THE MOST HOLT PLACE. •" The true tabernacle which the Lord pitched, and not man." Think not these.earthly temples are The only houses meet for prayer, In every place the Lord doth hear The true and faithful worshipper. There is a mystic heavenly shrine, Where sits enthroned the Lord divine. Thither he all thy prayers addrest, There seek the true and perfect rest. Though surpliced priests meet not thine eye, The great High Priest is ever nigh. Thy fellow-worshippers are they. Who everywhere the Lord obey, K 130 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. Go mix thee with that heavenly throng, Who day and night their praise prolong. Who, some below, and^ some above. Are all close knit in bonds of love. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 131 THE LIVING AND THE DEAD. " Weep ye not for the dead, neither bemoan him." Mourn not the saints, whose souls have fled, And joined the myriads of the dead ; They rest, they rest, from sorrow free, From sin, and earthly misery ; They would not, if they could, again Yisit the haunts of mortal men ; They would not fight the fight anew, Albeit faithful, valiant, true ; Enough for them once to have spent Life upon earth — they died content ; Their bliss without us not complete. They wait till all in Christ shall meet. k2 132 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. But would' at thou mourn, mourn their sad lot, Who, reft of friends, by man forgot. In silent sorrow and distress Wear out a life of loneliness ; Yea, mourn for those, who in despite Of the High God confound the right. Slaves of the world for gold, for power. Or to enjoy the passing hour ; Mourn for thyself, if thou canst wear Gaily a crown of rosebuds here ; If from thy soul the life has fled. Breathe, breathe thou may'st, but thou art dead. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 133 THE TREES OF EDEN. " The tree of life in the midst of the garden, and the tree of knowledge of good and evU." When God of old did place in Eden fair The first-created happy human pair, Two trees of divers fruits he there did plant, And made in them a holy covenant ; The one forbidden — whoso ate, should know Both good and evil, heritage of woe ; Not so the other — living fruit it bore, That man might eat, and live for evermore : Eve listened to the Tempter's subtle voice. Put forth her hand and made the deadly choice ; Next gave to Adam ; Adam not afraid, Though conscious of the trespass, disobeyed. 134 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. Farewell the beauty of that garden fair ! Farewell the life so free from toil and care ! Ashamed and weeping, our first parents went From Eden to their place of banishment ; And now the tree, the garden, are no more. But sin and death, alas ! we still deplore. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 135 THE FALLEN TREE. " Delivered tmto death." Tree that hast weathered many a blast, Uprooted by the storm at last, No more shalt thou, with graceful ease, Bend to each fitful passing breeze ; K^o more, at Spring's return, be seen Rich in thy dress of gladsome green ; No more afford a grateful shade To those who saunter o'er the glade ; The ruthless storm has laid thee low. The axe shall lop thee bough by bough, The fire shall burn thy strength and pride. Which storm and |p;e and fire defied ; What made thee thus an easy prey ? Was it thine age ? or did decay ? Or has the worm scooped him a bed Within thy trunk, and on thee fed ? 136 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Whate'er the cause, cruel the blow Which laid thee prematurely low, While all around thy compeers tower. Defiant of the tempest's power. But wherefore muse upon thy state ? Such is my own, such others' fate : A thousand chances ready stand To execute the Lord's command ; The worm, the- sword, a passing breath — All are the ministers of death ; Unseen the hand which deals the blow. The blow is dealt — 'tis all we know : To day in life, in health, in bloom — To-morrow tenants of the tomb ! Nor age alone is doomed to fall, Death strikes with cruel axe at all : Scarce has the infant sucked the breast,. 'Tis called for ever to its rest ; The tender child, like some fair flower. Droops, sickens, dies, in one short hour ; Youth with its hope, man in his prime, There's none who lives but has his time :: Not all the treasured stores of earth, Not beauty, wisdom, rank, or worth. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 137 Can interpose a brief delay, Or purchase man one other day ; Or rich or poor, or high or low. None can escape the fatal blow. Yet not as trees we fall and die, Ours is a higher destiny ; The Lord, to save us from the doom, Himself lay lifeless in the tomb, Suffered no ravage from decay. Till thrice the stm brought round the day. Then with the golden morn came forth Bursting the prison-gates of earth, Displayed the trophies of his power In the new life his body bore, And ia the fulness of his might, His chosen wondering at the sight, Uplifted to the Heaven, withdrew, Hid by a cloud from mortal view. Where now, Death, thy vaunted sting ? Where are thy terrors, mighty King ? Hell and the grave are now no more. The Lord from Heaven — He has the power : Our God shall come, and at his voice Earth shall be glad and Heaven rejoice. 138 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. The mouldering fragments of the tomb Fresh life and beauty shall assume, And rise in glory to adore The triumphs of his love and power. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. CULTURE OF THE SOUL. " Break up thy fallow land." The sin so small We scarce can think it is a sin at all Will, if let go, Become at last a mighty world of woe, Just as the seed, Ohance-dropt at times, of some pernicious weed, Left in the ground, Will strangle all fair flowers which grow around : Therefore beware, And exercise betimes a watchful care ; Grudge not the toil, Search well thy heart, and throughly cleanse the soil ; Each lusty vice Cut off at once at any sacrifice ; ' 140 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. The vacant room Fill with choice plants of everlasting bloom ; Ask God to blefes And make more fruitful still thy fruitfulness ; So shalt thou be Meet to be called the Lord God's husbandry ; For his thou art, He owns by right the acres of thy heart, And he has given Whatever flower or fruit in thee has thriven. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 141 THE RIVER OF LIFE. ' He showed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal." Fountain of life, whose stricken side Gives forth a pure and heavenly tide, ' Whose living waters' ceaseless flow Gladdens this wilderness below j As weary on the world's highway I journey on from day to day, I love to rest by thee awhile, And find refreshment from my toil ; I love to stand alone, and gaze. As up and down the bright flood plays. And with the music of the stream To lose myself in holy dream : 142 THE SPIKIT AND THE MUSE. Here on thy pure and hallowed brink Methinks that angels pause to drink, And, as the waters rise and fall, I seem to hear the Spirit's call ; In yonder wave, which shines so bright, Hope glistens with immortal light. And in those crystal depths I see A mirror of God's purity. Thus musing I forget my care. And soar away to regions, where The saints of God, a countless band, Before the throne in glory stand : There, issuing from the golden mount, Which hides its deep unfathomed fount, A river, clear as crystal, laves The heavenly shores with living waves. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 143 THE SOUTHERN CROSS. " Looking nnto Jesus." 'Tis said that in the Southern sky The traveller, when night is nigh, Sees in the vault of Heaven a sign, A starry Cross, conspicuous shine, Which guides and cheers him on his way, Till breaks the dawn of coming day. 'Tis thus the Christian pilgrims see. Lighting this dark world gloriously, The Cross of Jesus— as they roam, Pointing to their eternal home : They take fresh courage at the view. And joyfully their way pursue. 144 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. No harm the Christian can betide, Who takes the Cross to be his guide ; It gilds the portals of the tomb, It lights him through the nether gloom, Till he beholds in brighter skies The world's great Sun in glory rise. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 145 THE LILIES. " Consider the lilies of the field." Lilies with your golden hue ^listening in the morning dew, "Who more richly robed than you ? Kings cannot, with all their state, Your fair glory emulate. Lilies, you shall die and rot, And your beauty be forgot. One short day and you are not : We, who are but common clay, Shall outshine your bright array. 146 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. For the same Creative Power, "Who has bid you live and flower, Who has fed you with his shower. Has a fairer world than this For the choice ones that are his. In a land of golden light. Clad in robes of heavenly white. Ever living, ever-bright, They their voices high upraise To exalt their Maker's praise. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 147 THE SUN. "In them hath he set a tabernacle for the Sun." Sun, that on this world dost shine, Who can, what thou art, divine. Though thy pure effulgent rays Warm and cheer us all our days ? Sure thou art not, as was told By some lying voice of old, Source and Author of all light, Q-od apparent to man's sight. Nor art thou a globe of flame. Whence the earth projected came, Till, arrested in its race. All its fires were cooled in space. l2 148 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Art thou then a sphere ■wherein Seraphs live secure from sin, Pure, refined, ethereal, t)right. Bathed in floods of living light ? Or art thou that fair abode, Called the Paradise of God, Where the spirits of the blest Till great doomsday sweetly rest ? This at least, Sun, we know. He who made this world below. When he would his light enshrine. Bade thee be, and thou didst shine. Ever then his glorious Name Joyful in thy course proclaim. Till, thy lofty mission done, Thou with us must die, Sun. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 149 EAIN FROM HEAVEN. " Thy clouds drop fatness." Ye clouds of rain, Come round again To swell the grain And make the eartl^ Hasten its bifth, "Wetting the clod With dew of God- To make this isle With verdure smile. And all its bowers Alive with flowers — Treasures untold Of purest gold Not half so precious are, As the rich drops of moisture ye in Heaven do bear. 150 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. And yet than you More rich that dew. Which from the throne Of God comes down, Causing to live, Causing to thrive Eegions accurst, Dying of thirst. Men's hearts, within Blasted with sin ; There fruits are found, There flowers abound, Life's fruits and flowers which glow "Where the quick streams of Paradise for ever flow. THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. l&l LIVING WATEES. St. GoYoi's Fountain, Kensington GardeuB. Not St. Govor, but the Lord Doth this weU-spring, man, afford ; Ere thou take the cup to drink, Pause, and of the Giver think; God, who bade the water flow, Keeps it ever running so ; If it seem to thee but small, 'Tis enough for thee — for all : All may come and quench their thirst, Fares the last, as fares the first : Winter, Summer, m.orn, or eve, Never wiU this spring deceive, From such mighty depths below Doth it without ceasing flow : Here's a draught, both fresh and clear, For the beggar, for the peer ; 152 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE, Money is not here required, Thankfulness alone's desired ; Nor for that its worth abate, Not one drop couldst thou create : What would all thy gold avail, If God bade the water fail ? He alone can give, and he Gives it without stint to thee : Take his gift, then, nor forget There are better waters yet, Precious, priceless, freely given. Not of earth, sent down from Heaven,. Living waters which make whole And refresh the thirsting soul : Jesus is their Fountain-head, Drink — or else thy soul is dead. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 153 THE FATHERLAND. " We, according to his promise, look for new heavens and a new earth." What is the Fatherland ? 'Tis not the land, as the Germans feign, Where the Q-ermans live, where the Germans reign ; 'Tis not the land, which was held by our sires. With its peaceful homes and its hallowed spires ; 'Tis not the poor little parcel of earth, Which a man can name as the spot of his birth ; 'Tis not the broadest inhabited space. Which is owned, or is claimed, by a singlerace ; The Ocean does not encompass it round With its foaming waves and its roaring sound; They, who would give us a Fatherland so. Give us a land but of change and of woe : Whoso would know what the Fatherland is, Must look in God's book at the promises; 154 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. That is the land, which in vision was shown, Which to Abr'am and Isaac and Jacob was known, A land, with milk and honey which flows, A land, which no sin nor sorrow knows, Which only by faith can be here possest. Where the good men departed do find a rest, Where a countless band of the heavenly host Sing the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, A land of joy and a land of love, A true Fatherland in the Heavens above. THE SPIEIT AND THE MTJSE. 155 THE TEMPLE OF THE LOED. ' Thus saith the High and lofty One, that inhabiteth eternity, whose Name is Holy, I dwell in the high and holy place, with hiin also that is of a humble and contrite spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones." While -wandering on my path alone, Musing of men and ages gone, The Spirit led me to survey The monuments which crossed my way, The tribute of a nation's praise To mighty men of bygone days : Patriot and conqueror were there. The statesman and philosopher, Poet, and orator whose -word Thousands in breathless silence heard. Kings, princes, chiefs, now only known By column, statue, bronze, or stone. 156 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Thus was I musing on my way, Methought I heard the Spirit say : " Not many of the men you see " Were worthy of this dignity : " Some, leading forth an armed host, " In slaught'ring thousands made their hoast ; " Some by a lying eloquence " Obtained a bad pre-eminence ; " Some wrang their riches from the poor, " And turned the widow from their door ; " They coveted an earthly fame, " And on the earth they have a name ; " They left stern duty's narrow path, " And made a covenant with death ; " Their highest aim the world to please, " They gat its honours, riches, ease : " What monument have you passed by " Of Jesus Christ, your Lord on high, " Who heard Creation's heavy sigh, " And, stooped from mansions in the sky, " Submitted to become a slave " And for the world his life-blood gave, " Nailed to the Cross the sin and curse, " Gave freedom to the Universe ? " THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 157 I looked, if haply I might see Something to his dear memory; I saw the vast Cathedral dome, The centre of our mighty Rome ; I heard the old grey Abbey tower Sound forth the solemn passing hour; A hundred steeples met my eyes, Pointing to Jesus in the skies — Memorials surely these, I said. Of him who lives, who once was dead. " And do you think," the Angel cried, " These spectacles of human pride "Can aught avail to celebrate " The virtues of the good and great ? " Though glorious to the eye of man, " "Whose life's a breath, his days a span, " These are no more than common clay, " Destined themselves to pass away ; " Each fleeting year, each month, each day " But marks the progress of decay :_ " Doubt not, of old great deeds were done, " Great battles fought, great vict'ries won, " In ev'ry age they've sought to raise " A lasting monument of praise ; 158 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. " They've hewn the marble from the rock, " Giv'n shape and beauty to the blook, " Pourtrayed on canvas to the life " The scene of bloodshed and of strife, " Reared palace, castle, city, tower, " The fancied triumphs of their power ; " "Where are they now ? — A few remain " To chronicle that all is vain ; " The most have vanished from their place, " There's not a remnant, not a trace : " Where once exulting millions trod, " The green grass grows upon the sod ; " "Where flourished cities great and fair, " There now the wild beaBt makes his lair ; " And these, too, which you now behold, " Hoary with age, o'ergrown with mould, " SAvept by the shock of Time's rude hand, " Shall lie like wrecks upon the strand, " And haply some one passing by " In days to come shall heave a sigh, " And cry, ' Alas the vanity !' " If outward object could proclaim " The greatness of the Saviour's name, " No need of human skill or power, THE SPIEIT AND THE MTJSE. 169 " Nor stately dome, nor massive tower, " Nor statuary's plastic art, " Nor painting's vivid counterpart, "Not gold, nor precious stones, nor brass, " Nor carved oak, nor stained glass : " Behold the Heavens spread out on high, " The earth with all its majesty, " The mountains standing in their pride, " The mighty ocean's restless tide, " The sun and moon's unfailing light " To rule the day and rule the night — " This were a fitting Temple, where " The whole Creation joins in prayer ; " This were a worthy monument " Of hiin who is omnipotent. " But would you know the hallowed cell " Wherein the Saviour loves to dwell ? " Go seek the man of lowly life, " Who keeps his tongue from guile and strife, " Harbours nO malice in his heart, "Cleaves close unto the better part, '' Pure as the angels are above, " Strong in the power of faith and love, " Walking in pleasant paths of peace, 160 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. " Looking for death as his release, " No stately structure of decay, " No cold fair form of lifeless clay, " A living Temple, holy shrine, " The image of the Lord divine, " This is the man, yes, this is he " "Who keeps alive Christ's memory." THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 161 GOOD FRUITS. " Their works do follow them." Naked as when we left our mother's womb We are carried to our tomb, Yet not for that is life of little gain ; Our holy deeds remain : For as in Autumn-time, When fruits are in their prime. An aged tree, set in an orchard fair. Can scarce unpropped its load of fruitage bear. Then comes a storm, and, smitten by the blast. It holds no longer but succumbs at last. Yet eyen in its fall it has not lost The mighty load of fruit which is its boast ; So we must bow the head, And join the countless dead. Yet good men are not left. Even when dead, bereft ; . They bear with them below a glorious load Of good fruit as an offring to their God. 162 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. LIFE FEOM THE DEAD. " The shadow of heavenly thmgs." These outward things — ^how much they show Of things above to men below ! They live, they die, they rise again — Lesson of hope to mortal men : Planted in this God's earthly bower, "We blossom just one little hour. Our blossom fades, we droop, we die. And in the earth awhile we lie. Till, in the world's great Springtide, we Shall by God's Spirit quickened be. And richer fruits and flowers display In brighter climes an endless day. THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE, 163 SEED-TIME AND HARVEST. " Look down from thy holy habitation, and bless thy people Israel " Unfruitful though. I be, And barren, Lord, to thee. Yet do thou come to me. And sow my heart again "With thy most holy grain, ' And make it take deep root, And live and upward shoot. That, when thy angels come To take the Harvest home, A large and goodly yield Be found in me, thy field. And precious golden store From me be gathered in to Heaven's great garner floor, t'or which to thee will be the praise and glory. Lord, for evermore. m2 164 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. THE TARES. " Whence hath it tares ?" Thou wicked weed, Who dropped thy seed Into the earth To cause a dearth, Aping so vain The goodly grain ? Some damned wight, The child of Night, Or goblin foul. Or loathsome fowl. Or hell-born breath Laden with death : Thou shalt not stay To mock the day, Thou shalt not curse The ground thy nurse. Thou shalt not spoil The reaper's toil ; THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 165 This hand shall tear And lay thee bare, So that thy root No more shall shoot ; There thou shalt lie, And there shalt die ; The sun's hot flame Shall burn thy shame ; Storms with their lash Shall drive thine ash : This is thy m.eed, Thou wicked weed. 166 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. THE TREES OF THE WOOD. " That which is crooked cannot he made straight." As, walking through a wood, one sees Some straight, and other crooks trees. And even those, which straightest grow, Are not quite faultless every bough, While e'en the crookedest we see Yet have a naked dignity ; So in the world— some men are good ; These are the straight ones of the wood ; Others are badly natured ; these, Just like those crooked ones, displease : Yet take the best, you will not find That they are perfect of their kind ; Or take the worst, and they excel In parts the ones you like right well ;. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 167 Thus Nature tells us to beware. And both our praise and censure spare ; For not a soul beneath Heaven's vault But hath or here or there a fault, Nor one so monstrously misgrown But hath some beauty for its own. 168 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. THE LEAVES OF THE "WOOD. " Ab of the green leavee on a. thick tree, bo is the generation of fleeh and hlood." Bright green, and then a darker hue, But stiU most rich the foliage is to view ; Then darker still, but just A little marred with the sun and dust ; Ere long the forest is one mass of gold, Which tells us that the leaves are getting old ; Then let the North wind blow, or only just A little breeze, or sharp and sudden gust. Soon all the glory of the wood is seen Scattered, or piled in heaps upon the green ; The trees have lost their crown, The dead damp leaves are turned to earthy brown, And with the winter's gloom They're sunk in Earth's deep tomb : Thus all created things do pass away, And man too has his day ; Childhood, youth, manhood, age — when these are gone. His cycle is complete, his year is done. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. lesl THE DYING- LEAVES. " A word in season." The leaves that are falling Are silently calling : 'All ye who pass by, -Not we alone die ; Your beauty shall fade, And you must be laid In the cold earth to rot, Unseen and forgot ; And others shall tread And crush us when dead, Themselves to be trod In their time fixed fcy God ; And the fresh winds whifch blew, And the soft rains and dew, And the light of the Sun, Now our short day is done, 170 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE No more shall be ours, No more shall he yours ; For nothing can stand The blight of this land ; A few months our span, A few years for man ; We are brothers in woe, Shed a tear, as we go. For no more shall be seen Our gold or our green : But mark well our fall, 'Tis the doom of ye all — Adown through the air. All shrivelled and bare, Without murmur or sigh^ Unrepining we die. And the winds passing o'er Undertake with a roar, And bear us away To our place of decay ; Heaven drops us its tears. As we lie on our biers. And the bird, whom of yore Our thick shade hujog o'er, THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 171 Mourns lonely his lot. For the greien leaves are not : Then, mortals, beware, For your change prepare ; Be it year, month, or day, In the end — to the clay : With MS ye must lie, Learn from us how ye die.' 172 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. THE SAYIOUE AND THE SINNER "Blotting out the handwriting." THE VOICE OF THE SAVIOUR : " Spend life away, Trifle and play, But know that there shall surely be a day, When God shall bring To judgment every wotk with every secret thing." THE VOICE OF THE SINNEK : « Lord, I fall Confessing all The sins which I have done, both great and small ; My debts forgive. And in the greatness of thy mercy let me live." THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 173 THE VOICE OF THE SAVIOUR : " Thy debts are paid, Thy peace is made, Only no longer dwell amongst the dead ; Begin anew And let thy life henceforth be holy, just, and true." THE VOICE OF THE SINNEE : " Lord, I will raise The voice of praise To thee for all the remnant of my days ; Thou hast made whole, Meet that I should to thee devote my thankful soul." 174 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. A SACRIFICE FOR SIN. " Christ died for our sins." How full of comfort is this word, That Jesus died, our God and Lord ! Died for our sins ! amazing thought ! For us poor creatures, sons of nought ! Now, though like Jesus die we must, We shall not perish iu the dust ; Like Jesus, we shall rise again ; Like Jesus, live ; like Jesus, reign. Then let us, while on earth we stay. Quit us like children of the day. Live to our God, by all he known As heirs of Heaven, as Jesus' own. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 175 CETJELTY TO ANIMALS. " The beasts of the field cry also unto thee." When God ordained lihat men Should over all the brute creation reign, He did not will that they Should hold a merciless and cruel sway, But the poor beasts should spare. And treat them with a kind and generous care. And with a gentle hand Accustom them to work at their command — Either to draw the plough. Or carry burthens with sure foot and slow ; Or gallop o'er the plain. Or listen to the driver's guiding rein; Some to give wholesome food. Others to yield men clothing, warm and good ; 176 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. To fill the world around With beauty, life, and motion, and sweet sound, And by their wondrous frame To tell abroad their great Creator's name : Such was the heavenly plan, Man for the beast was made, and beast for man. Fie on our fallen race, Which hath perverted quite Grod's law of grace ! To Heaven the cattle cry ; Will not the Lord avenge them from on high ? Look how the horses strain ! The brutal driver flogs them might and main ! Look at those beasts uncouth. Footsore and weary, foaming at the mouth ! See how those way-worn sheep Limp as they go ! It almost makes one weep. Rarer and yet more rare The notes and plumage of the song-birds are ; For with such wanton fun They're slain by scores with net and trap and gun ! Therefore sad plagues are rife, The fly and worm eat up the corn of life ; Beasts perish in the field, The earth withholds the fatness of her yield ; THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 177 Lean Want and Sickness pale, And ghastly Death come on, scourges of Hell, And Discord waves her brand. Ready to kindle flames thro' all the land : Not undeserved the rod, "Wilful we sin 'gainst beast, and man, and God. 178 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. THE GOOD SHEPHEED. ' Behold, I, even I, will both search my sheep, and seek them out ; I ■will feed them in a good pasture, and upon the high mountains of Israel shall their food be." "When Jesus came and dwelt on earth of old, He was the Shepherd, Israel was the fold, No ravening wolves approached the flock he kept. They lay in safety, and in safety slept. He led them forth where the green pastures grow, Led them to brooks where living waters flow. And, when the Smiter came, the sheep to save His own most precious life the Shepherd gave. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 179 ■Soon from the dead by God's Almighty power The smitten Shepherd rose to die no more ; The scattered sheep he gathered once again, And took away their sorrow and their pain ; Gave, ere he left them, pastors of his choice. And bade them follow and obey their voice, Tin he should fetch them to the heavenly shore, In whose bright pastures they should want no more. All ye who seek the Saviour's love to share. Show to the Saviour's flock a shepherd's care. Feed ye the hungry, give the thirsty drink. Rescue the falling from the dangerous brink, Bind up the broken, seek the lost and stray, Be watchful lest the sheep become a prey, For, when of old one sought his love to show, The Saviour bade him. feed his flock below. n2 180 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. THE FISHERS. ' From henceforth thou shalt catch men." Upon old Galilee's shore, Their toil of fishing o'er, Two brothers, leaving all, Followed the Master's call, No longer now to take Fish from their native lake. But on a stormier sea Fishers of men to be. Ye faithful ones, who sweep The world's tempestuous deep, Plying your holy craft. Mankind your precious draught, "While lasts the timely night, Ere breaks the morning light, THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 181 Watch for the favouring tide To scour the waters wide. See, every creek and bay- Teems with the living prey, The wandering myriads wait The fisher's gathering net : Launch out into the deep, Throughly the waters sweep, Heed not the ocean's roar. But haul the net ashore. 182 THE SPIRIT AND THE MFSE. THE WAYFAEEES. " Knit together in love." We have travelled on so long together In sunshine and in stormy weather, Each other's joys and sorrows shared, Aye, and each other's dangers dared, "We will not now, at this our age, When entering on life's latest stage, Oiir long companionship forsake. And each his separate journey take; Nay, let us still together bear Sorrow and joy, and danger dare, Till one or other's strength shall wane,. And one is left, the other ta'en ; Nor then shall we divided be, Though neither may his brother see ; THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 183 By contemplation, sighs, and prayers. By musings on the bygone years, By what communion still may be Of sweet and holy sympathy Betwixt the gross and carnal here And spirits in a heavenly sphere, We'll seem, as in the days of old, Conrerse of some sort still to hold, Till, both our pilgrimages o'er, Each shall meet each to part no more. 184 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. THE PEOMISE OF THE FATHER. " The Holy Ghost feU on them." A preacher to the people spake, How Jesus died for sinners' sake, How Jesus rose, And pardoned those Who leagued them with his mortal foes : They heard, they heard, They were not stirred By the great word. Till, coming from the Heavens above. The Holy Ghost, God's gift of love. Opened their ears, Aroused their fears, , Showed them God's love, and drew their tears : Then, when they heard. Much were they stirred By the great word. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 185 SPIRITUAL UTTERANCES. " Combining spiritual tilings with spiritual." The weapons of the warfare of the Lord Are not the gun, the javelin, the sword, No, nor the words which men of deepest thought Have in the schools with much brain-labour wrought But the fresh speakings, set by fools at nought, G-od by his Spirit hath to good men taught. Quick as the lightning, strong as any fire, Searching heart secrets, inflaming desire, Refreshing as the dew upon the grass. Reflecting heavenly things clearly as glass, * Such, I am confident, is the only proper rendering of wev/iaTiKois irvev/iiaTiKot, avyKpivovres, in I. Cor. ii. 13. Under- stand \6yoii. It was a question not of comparison but of com- bination. ' What were the best words in which to preach the things of God ' ? The 'Apostle answers, " Not in the words which man's wisdom teacheth, but which the Holy Ghost "teaoheth." The subject was wveu/iaTiKii, the words should be so also. It is to be hoped that the Eevisionists wiU set this passage right. 186 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Simple yet striking, gracious, winning, wise ; Such words belike they speak in Paradise. 'Tis not enough the way of truth to know ; If we would preach it, God must tell us how, Lest peradventure, while we would combine "Words of man's wisdom with the things divine. Truth, ill discharged, be reft of half its force. And, like an arrow, fall short in its course. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 187 THE WISDOM OF GOD. " The world by wisdom knew not God." Nature's great book lies open wide, To aU a spectacle, a guide ; The wondrous counsels from of old And works of God it doth unfold ; What man has all its pages read. Or characters deciphered ? For who can count the grains of sand That bound the vast Atlantic strand ? Or comprehend the winds that blow ? Or tell the stars ? or form the snow ? Enough if but a single page Is mastered by declining age ; Enough if we have learnt to bow Before the Almighty Author low : And should we then of wisdom boast. And pile up tomes at mighty cost, 188 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. And fill the midnight lamp with oil Till reels the brain with senseless toil, Seeking a standard and a rule By which to live from human school, While God's great book before our eyes Teeming with truth unheeded lies ? A higher wisdom would we know. Then needs we must to that book go. That living record of the past, That book which all books shall outlast, Which tells, in words by God inspired. How Eve the fatal fruit desired ; How man by disobedience fell. Consenting to the Prince of Hell ; Nexti how the great Redeemer met The Templer still on evil set, And cast him down and overthrew, And purged the world, and made it new. Such lofty themes might well engage Our earliest and our latest age, Too little known, too oft despised, While human pedantry is prized. What else can solace mortal woe ? What teach mankind themselves to know ? THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. ISG- "What kindle the celestial fire ? Reveal God's will, God's love inspire ? Transform the heart, the life renew, And bid man dare be just and true ? They, who this knowledge have attained, In the high school of God are trained, Nor envy they, nor need, I trow, The lore which schoolmen can bestow. What boot to them the paltry prize Dangled before the pupil's eyes ? Their lofty souls have cast aside The world, with all its pomp and pride : Or what to them the frown, the nod, The stroke of earthly master's rod ? Nor fire nor swOrd can make them swerve From the high master whom they serve. In sight of men they seem to die. And vanish quick from memory. But God their righteous souls will keep, And wake their bodies out of sleep ; Their matchless deeds shall then be known ; Their place, in Heaven, a lofty throne ; Their glory as the Sun shall shine ; They shall be called a seed divine, 190 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Elect, beloved, of nobler birth Than kings or princes of the earth. THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. 191 SIGNS OF THE TIMES. " Behold the fig tree." The Lord once said, that, when we see The blossoming iig and budding tree, We know at once the time of year, We know that Summer then is near ; -So in the world, when we descry. By vision of our mental eye. The various changes of this life, Plague, famine, earthquake, battle, strife, Though human agents speak the word, And fleshly warriors wield the sword. And all that happens seems to be The chances of mortality. 192 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Yet, if we view the scene aright, And have not dimmed otir inner sight, These are hut buds and leaves which show That God is reigning here below ; Fresh burstings of his mighty power Are visible in that strange hour, And they who seek him shall not fail His glorious presence then to hail. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 193 HOPE AMID BILLOWS. ' The waves of the sea are mighty, and rage horribly, But yet the Lord, who dwelleth on high, is mightier." Come, let us to the mountain flee, Far from the wild tumultuous sea •Of nations rushing to and fro, The saints of God to overthrow. Standing upon the eternal Rock, We will not fear the tempest's shock, But calmly wait until the tide Of furious passions shall subside. The Word of God has mightier force Than Ocean rolling in his course. Than thunder echoing through the sky. Than the fierce whirlwind sweeping by. 194 THE SPIEIT AND THE MFSE. When God commands the storm to cease. Straightway the Ocean is at peace, And favouring breezes waft us o'er Calm waters to the heavenly shore. THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. 195 THE CAROASE-YULTFRES. ' Wheresoever the carcase is, there will the eagles be gathered together." ^ As, when upon seas. Where sweeps the wild breeze, A tempest-tost vessel scarce holds on her way. And the mariners cry To the great God on high, For 'tis Tain now to look to the sheltering bay, The wreck-scene soon brings On the hurricane's wings The ravening sea-birds that wait for the prey, And boldly they wheel, And close to the keel, "Which scarce can be seen through the foam and the spray ; 02 196 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Or as ■when armed men On field, hill, and glen, Are massing by thousands to join in the fray; Night covers them all "With her solemn black pall. And in silence they wait for the dawn of the day ; Lo ! ere the morn break, There float in their wake The vultures who love to the battle to flock ; They scent from afar - The banquet of war, And wait for the carcase to fall by the shock 'Twill be so in the hour, When with wrath and great power The Devil comes down to trouble the earth, "When the death-blasts of Hell Shall rage and shall swell, And many shall curse the day of their birth. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 197 For terror shall reign, And sorrow, and pain, And the sword shall devour, and the plague, and the dearth. And kingdoms shall shake, And nations shall quake, For fear of the judgments that come on the earth. Ah ! many a deck Shall then be a wreck, Which now moves so fair o'er the waters of life. And many shall cry To the great God on high. Who now little reck of the storm and the strife. And then shall arise. Full of blasphemous lies. False Christs and false prophets, intent upon prey ; They shall run to and fro. They shall sing the loud woe, And by great signs and wonders shall draw men away. 198 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. For these birds of the air For themselves only care, As they follow the havoc of Hell and of Death ; When the Heavens are clear, Then they no where appear. For they love not the calm of the heavenly hreath. Then take ye good heed, Who are Christ's indeed, When the hearts of the nations shall fail them for feffr : For the prophets that lie Shall then mightily cry. And many shall say that the time drawoth near : But the Sun in the sky Shall first sicken and die, And the Moon shall withdraw her silvery light, And the stars fall apace, And vanish in space, And the Heavens be extinguished in blackness of night. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 199 And then shall appear Bright-shining and clear The sign of Messiah uplifted on high ; He shall come in that hour On the clouds with great power, And aU men shall know that judgment is nigh. The trumpet shall sound Above and around. And the mighty Archangel shall utter his voice. And the dead shall come forth, And the holy of earth Shall be caught up in clouds, and for ever rejoice. 200 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. DEATH. " The time of my departure is at hand." My years are gone, my days are past,. My feeble frame is sinking fast, Mine is the unknown silent waste, With ghostly shadows overcast, A land of death ! I cannot see The path that lies in front of me ; Yet is my trust in God, for he Has been my Guide, and yet will be. I shall not trust in him in vain. He will give ear, when I complain ; The gloom will quickly pass, and then I shall behold the light again. THE SPIEIT AND THE MFSE. 201 Cease, then, my friends, from faithless fear, Shed not for me the useless tear ; My God, to whom my soul is d^ar, "Will, as in life, in' death he near. Think you, this world alone is fair, "With all its sorrow, sin, and care ? Ton glorious orbs, hung in the air, Tell of ten thousand better there. 202 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. THE LAST JUDGMENT. ' He shall sit on the throne of his glory." Methought it was the great dread day, "When Heaven and Earth did pass away, And all things crumbled to decay. Methought that men unguarded were, And few imagined cause for fear, Or dreamt that judgment-hour was near. Methought the Archangel's trump spake out In one long loud deep dreadful note, Which earth to its very centre smote. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 203 Methought the Son of Man appeared. His sign a banner high upreared, And all men saw him now, and feared. Methought he was attended by Ten thousand thousands of the sky, All robed in glorious majesty. Methought I heard Creation sigh, And millions, as in agony, For mercy, mercy, mercy, cry. I saw men cast away their gold, Which once so precious they did hold, That for it life itself they sold ; I heard them wish the hills would fall, I heard them to the mountains call, To be to them a covering pall ; And they> who once were wont to mock, When good men spake of judgment-shock, Were scattered like a frightened flock : 204 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. And some, who used to say the snare Should never catch them unaware, "Were now transfixed with blank despair ; And not a few, whom men did deem To stand right high in Grod's esteem, Awoke in terror from their dream. Methought I heard a voice, and lo ! Earth opened wide — I saw below The dead of ages, high and low. Methought the mighty Ocean's bed Was summoned to give up its dead, And straightway all its waters fled. I saw them come forth from the womb Of earth and sea, their long long tomb, A countless host, to hear their doom. I looked, and lo ! a great white throne ! The King of Glory sat thereon. And now both Earth and Heaven had gone.- THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 205 I looked again, and lo ! the Man Who framed redemption's blessed plan, Who loosed of sin and death the ban : 'Twas he who came down from on high, Great Lord of earth, and sea, and sky, To live, to suffer, and to die ; 'Twas he, whose flesh the scourge had torn. Whose brow was pierced with plaited thorn. Whose back the heavy Cross had borne ; 'Twas he, who knew the shame and pain Of sin and death — but not the stain — That men with God might live and reign ; 'Twas he, the Man of sorrows, worn With grief, with pain, with insult, scorn. An outcast once, despised, forlorn ; Long by his interceding power He had deferred the judgment-hour. Lest God his vengeance should outpour ; 206 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. 'Twas he : but oh ! how changM now ! How fair his form ! how bright his brow ! His eyes like living fire did glow ! Not one but now the Lord did know, Not one but at his throne did bow, Not one but prayed him save them now ; Yes, all were eager no^ to claim His lineage, love, resemblance, name, However great their former fame : 'Twas all too late ! — the time had past, When God would grant what sinners asked : The tarrying Judge had come at last. They stood before him ; all did keep Silence suspensive, awful, deep ; The angels listened ; men did weep. I saw the books, wherein were read The works of all, both quick and dead, "What each had done, or thought, or said ; THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 207 The book, too, where the elect were named, Whose hearts the love' of God inflamed, Despised on earth, destroyed, defamed : The shameful verdict was reversed, Which blessed the vile, the holy cursed — God's righteous law the Judge rehearsed. As shepherds, who on moorland steep Two mighty flocks apart do keep, Know which be goats and which be sheep, So he by instant vision knew The natures of that motley crew, The good, the bad^ the false, the true. He ranged them in a double band. And these he placed on his right hand. Those on his left were made to stand. 'Twas done : he turned him to his right, And straight upon them shone a light. As of the sun, pure, heavenly, bright ; 208 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. And such a voice fell on my ear. As ne'er 'twas mortal's lot to hear, So kind, so soft, so sweet, so clear : " Come ye," — he saidj — " my Father's blest, " Enter with joy the heavenly rest, " Prepared for you, by you possest : " "When I was hungry, food ye brought me, " When I was thirsty, drink ye sought me, " When I was naked, clothing wrought me ; " When I was sick, then ye stood by me, " When I was prisoned, ye came nigh me, " A stranger, ye did not pass by me." Amazed they heard the gracious word ; At last assured, with one accord They ventured thus to' address their Lord : " Lord, when saw we thee hungered ? " Or thirsty ? or when sick ? " — they said — " A stranger ? naked ? prisoned ? " And to thy wants have ministred ? " THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 209 To whom the King : " Nay, wonder not, *' Ye did on earth ye know not what, " 'Twas not by me unmarked, forgot ; *' When some poor man your care aroused, " Or when ye saw the stranger housed, ^' Or injured innocence espoused, " Or when ye gave the widow rest, "Or clasped the orphan to your breast, " Or called the Christain outcast Guest, " Or cheered the sidk man's silent room, " Or lit the holy prisoner's gloom, *■' Or rescued sinners from the tomb, " 'Twas I who then your care aroused, ■" I was the stranger whom ye housed, " Mine was the cause which ye espoused, " 'Twas I to whom ye gave the rest, " In orphan children I was blest, ■" I was the outcast, I the guest. 210 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. " For me ye wiped the dying brow, " For me ye whispered kind and low, " For me your knee in prayer did bow ; " These were my brethren, these did ye- " Hold precious ; what in charity "Ye did to them, ye did' to ME." He turned, and, with a dreadful frown. And voice to righteous anger grown, Those on his left did thus disown : " Depart, ye cursed, to the fire " Prepared against the day of ire " For Satan and his damned quire : " I hungered, but no food ye brought me, " I thirsted, but no drink ye sought me, " Was naked, ye no clothing wrought me,. " When I was sick, ye stood not by me, ' " A prisoner, ye did not come nigh me, " I was a stranger, ye passed by me." THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 211 , O'erwhelmed with terror and dismay, They heard the dread anathema ; Then with vain eflfort to gainsay : " Lord, when saw we thee hungered ? " Or thirsty ? or when sick ? " — they said— '■' A stranger ? naked ? prisoned ? "And have not to thee ministred ? " Few words to these the Lord did deign, The Lord who now had come to reign And banish from him wicked men : " What ye to but the humblest one " Of these my brethren have not done, " That, know, to ME ye have not done." He spake, and, while he spake, all eyes Stood steadfast fixed, filled with surprise That God his servants thus should prize ! And now the Lord had told the doom Of the vast people of the tomb. These went to joy, and those to gloom. p2 212 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. THE PRINCE OF WALES IN A COURT OF JUSTICE. " The throne is estabhshed by righteousness." He spake his royal word — Gladly the people heard Their Prince was one Who had not faithless been To God, to wife, and Queen, And England's throne. Though born of noblest race, Destined for highest place, With riches blest, Yet hath he greater fame From an untarnished name, And with it rest. THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. 213 Crowns, sceptres, robes of state, The palace fair and great — These are not power : His is the sov'reignty, "Whose is the victory In judgment's hour. God grant that, when he reign. He still be without stain, Husband and wife Guarding their wedded love, Till they shall r'eign above In the new life. 214 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. RECOVERY FROM SICKNESS OF THE PRINCE OF WALES. "Prayer was made without ceasing unto God for him." " God save the Prince of "Wales," 'Twas heard, mid tears and wails Through all the land ; God's chastening hand Had prostrate laid The royal head. All feared the fatal hour, Medicine had lost its power ; One hope alone ■ From the High Throne, If God would spare The kingdom's heir. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 215 They prayed — a nation prayed ; Soon was the fever stayed ; His will, who gave Life, and can save. Whose sovereign sway All things obey. "Therefore, ye people, bring Praises to God your King ; Both high and low, Before him bow ; He sits above Huling in love. 216 THE SPIRIT AJS^D THE MUSE. NATIONAL THANKSGIVING FOR THE PRINCE OF WALES' RECOVERY. ' I will thank thee, for thou hast heard me, and art become my- salvation." •To the great Cathedral dome See the royal cortege come, Decked in gorgeous robes of state Queen and Prince and Potentate ; Loud hosannas rend the air, Loud thanksgivings everywhere : See them now, with lowly gait, Pass within the temple-gate ; As before the Throne they kneel, Sounds the organ's solemn peal. Now ten thousand voices praise God for health and length of days,. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 217 What oblations shall he bring To the high and heavenly King ? How most fitting thanks express For great mercy in distress ? Ask the newly-fashioned clay If it can the potter pay ; Gives the worm that crawls on earth Aught to him who gave it birth ? Princes on their golden throne Cannot for their souls atone; Christ alone the ransom paid, Christ the deadly fever stayed. Contrite hearts, devout desires. Holy lives, our God requires ; Praise him for his glorious might; Praise him for his love and light : Praise him for saltation given ; Praise him for new life from Heaven ; Praise him, for his chastening hand Soon he took from off our land ; Praise him, for he heard our prayer. Healed the sick, dispelled our fear, Praise him, praise him, praises bring To our great and glorious King. 218 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. MAEEIAGE OF THE PRINCESS LOUISE AND THE MARQUIS OF LORNE. " His banner over me waa love." What is beauty, what is birth. What is all the wealth of earth, What the brightest costliest gem In the monarch's diadem, If the heart be sold for gain, Marriage be but custom's chain. Love be sacrificed to fame, Freedom but an empty name ? Love cannot be bought or sold, Love its fair love must enfold, Love goes forth to seek its own In the cot and on the throne. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 219 Princess of our dear old land, Worth like thine might weU command Kings and Princes to aspire To thy hand with love's desire. Thou to England's sons hast shown, That man's seated on a throne, Who hath virtue for a crown, Whether fortune staile or frown. England's glory ! Scotland's pride ! Let the marriage knot be tied, Plighted troth, and book, and ring, As for subject, so for king. Thou, great God, who hast ordained Marriage should be unconstrained. Pour upon the noble pair Gifts yet nobler and more rare. Shine out. Sun, with glorious ray On the happy wedding day ; Storms, your murmurs hoarse contain. Not a cloud the welkin stain. 220 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Breezes of the new-born Spring, Sweetest odours with you bring ; Let the Earth her loveliest flowers Yield from most delightsome bowers. Lords and ladies, fine and fair. Greet the newly-wedded pair ; Merriment and jocund fun Round the festive circle run. People all, in bright array, Keep the joyous holiday : Let the peasant with the peer Join in good old English cheer. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 221 THE UNIVERSITY BOAT-RAGE OF 1872. " One reoeiveth the pHze." Pull hard, my boys, pull hard, 'Tis not for vile reward. For muck of earth. For gold or silver's worth ; 'Tis to obtain A higher nobler gain. That deathless fame. Which none but spirits bold and brave can claim. Pull harder yet, boys, pull, And force the slender hull To cut her way Right through the watery spray ; Bravo ! "Well done ! " The Cam, the Cam has won," With mighty roar Thunder ten thousand tongues from shore to shore. 222 THE SPIEITAND THE MFSE. THE DEMON OF WAE. " Destruction upon destruction." The Fury waves her brand of war, And calls her legions from afar ; " To arms," the maddened nations cry, " On, on, — we conquer or we die." Peace droops her head, and Commerce sighs. And Culture languishes and dies. I heard upon the rising gale A mother's shriek, a widow's wail ; I saw a soldier carried past, The blood of life was ebbing fast ; I saw a field, wherein were laid Heaps upon heaps, unburied dead ! Famine and Pestilence were there. The vulture hovered in the air, Mankind had fled, the land was bare ; Yet still the Fury waved her brand. And still fresh legions, sword in hand. Killed and weie killed — her dire command. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 22S FRANCE -AND PRUSSIA. Written in 1870. Head of France, thou didst not well First to sound the battle-knell : All the blood that shall be spilt Will but add unto thy guilt. Prussian monarch, hadst thou said But one word, the countless dead Would not have been strown in vain. On each bloody battle-plain. Emperor and Monarch, hear- — There is One yet mightier ; He will judge you at his bar For this wanton wicked war. 224 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. THE INSTABILITY OF EARTHLY GREATNESS. ' I went by, and lo ! he was gone ; I sought him, but his place could no where be found." A little breath of wind, you know, Into a tempest soon may grow, And overthrow the sturdiest tree In all its forest majesty ; So too the Princes of to-day To-morrow may be nought but clay : While yet upon their schemes they're bent. There comes some little incident. And changes all the government ; Their robe, their sceptre, and their crown Soon to the dust are tumbled down ; Already on the vacant throne There sits in state another one, "Who hears the huzzas long and loud Of the ungrateful fickle crowd ! THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 225 Yet do we see men every hour Striving to build them some great tower, Fancying to reign in mighty power ; Though scarcely is the wish obtained, The tower finished, power gained, Than comes the little shock, and oh ! A great, a startling overthrow ! The finished tower, it is no more, Perished the man who had the power, His reign has lasted scarce an hour ! Such scenes of ruin and of woe, Think you, no useful end can show ? Read them aright, they bid us know The uncertainty of all below, That, kindled with intense desire, "We may to greater heights aspire. And in the Heavens seek an abode Prepared and built for us by God. 226 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. THE REDS OF PARIS. ' Woe unto them.' Ye devilish crew, Jf Hell itself such Demons hold as you. Not brave to fight against your country's foe, Brave only to inflict upon your country woe. To pillage and to massacre her sons, And point against an unarmed multitude your guns, Haters of all that's noble and that's good, Confederate with traitors, men defiled with blood, Mouthing your curses against God most high, As if ye had the strength the Almighty to defy ; Te would not bow to his correcting hand. Know, then, he hath ten thousand scourges at command, His thunder, and his lightning, and his rain, The shock of earthquake, and the racking hurricane, The choking heat, the scorching fiery glow. And cold of Winter with its ice and frost and snow, THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE, 227 Blasting, and mildew, and the worm, and fly. And clouds of countless locusts, darkening, the sky, Famine and pestilence, and wild despair. And idiotcy and madness. Hell-delivered pair, And that last plague, in torment to expire. Fearing worse torments of Gehenna's quenchless fire. q2 228 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. REFORMATION. " The darkness is passing and the true light now shineth." Hail ! second Reformation, come at last, To terminate the quarrels of the past, To reconcile conflicting sects and schools, And make them cast aside their senseless rules— Those traps and stumbling-blocks by which so, well They have served the purpose of the prince of Hell — Decrees of Councils, Canons, Statutes, Laws, Hair-splitting definitions without cause, Tests, Articles, and Bulls, and such like stuff. As if the Gospel-truths were not enough : Christ dead and risen, righteousness and love. Affections set on Christ and things above. These things sufficed the Apostles for a creed. These things sustained them in their hours of need. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 229 For these the holy martyrs lived and died, "With these all good men have been satisfied ; Strong in the faith, they fought the battle well. And overthrew the mighty hosts of Hell, And yet no steepled churches were there then, No vast endowments had those holy men. They leaned not on the prop of any State, Nor looked to Parliaments to make them great ; Poor and despised, but fiUed with God's own leaven, With mighty power they led the way to Heaven, "Won souls to Christ, to heathen lands were sent ; This was their gain, this their emolument. 230 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. ON THE DEATH OF SIR CHARLES CLARKE. " Thou shalt come to thy grave in a full age, like as a shock of com Cometh in his season." Say, Colet, say, for whom has nmg The minstrel's harp that silent hung ? For whom essays he to prolong His sweet but melancholy song ? What name to rescue from the gloom That settles round the silent tomb ? thou whose well-known healing power Blessed thousands in affliction's hour, Condemned alas ! thyself to endure The ills, for others thou could'st cure : 1 bring this tribute to thy grave, 'Tis little, but 'tis all I have ; THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 231 For oft thy judgment would excuse The trifling of my fitful Muse : No more thy genial smile shall cheer Our social feasts from year to year — A constant guest, until at last Thy manly frame was sinking fast ; Absent in body, not in will, Thy spirit hovered round us still. Well did we know thy fost'ring care, Well, too, thy love of talent rare. With thee took part in classic lore. With thee in play when school was o'er : The noble Roman, who of old With Lselius did sweet converse hold. Yet sought some respite from his toil Amid the Ocean's outcast spoil. Collecting pebbles on the sand, Where stretches Baise's pleasant strand : So thou, too, on life's sunny shore Didst sportive play, till day was o'er. Till the dark billow, flowing fast, O'ertook thee with its tide at last : Alas ! dear friend, to sooth our pain Where shall we find thy like again t 232 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSK If medicine failed to do its part, Yet never failed thy merry heart, Never thy look, thy word, of love. Never thy prayer to God above : If naught availed, the pillow thou Would'st turn^to cool the fevered brow. All, all must die ; then blest are they Who calmly meet the dreaded day : The bad a stubborn front oppose To ruthless Fate's redoubled blows ; Not so the good ; life's thread is spent. The struggle's short, they die content : Thou, like the full ripe corn which stands Heady to fill the reaper's hands, Didst to the sickle bow thj' head. And meekly join the holy dead. This translation, from some Latin verses of the Kev. Dr. Kynaston, was made at the request of the late Mrs. Chilverr daughter of Sir Charles Clarke, a most kind and benevolent lady, who met her death a few years ago hy a frightful accident on the South Eastern Eailway, while her husband, an eminent medical man and philanthropist, who was sitting by her side, provi- dentially escaped uninjured. THEl SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 233 THE DAYS OF OUR AGE. ' The days of our age aie threescore years and ten, and, though men be so strong that they come to fourscore years, yet is their strength then but labour and sorrow." Whoso has lived to threescore years and ten Has filled the term allowed to mortal men ; Whoso shall add yet half another score Has, as his gain, sorrow and sufiering sore ; Beyond these years a man may draw his hreath, But hardly lives — he hangs 'twixt life and death. Lord, teach us, whatsoe'er our length of days, Always to walk in thy most holy ways, That, when we shall have reached our journey's end. Thou, as in life, in death be still our friend ; For, living here, we die ; there we shall live That deathless life which Christ alone can give. 234 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE ON A POOR MAN'S GRAVE. ' ' The Lord knoweth them that are His." Hard was his path in life, Heavy the load he drew, How heavy, and how hard, God only knew ! If, then, he seemed to thee A laggard in life's race, Haply to God who knew He moved apace. Easy thy path and smooth, Thy burden too is light, Fear lest thy speed be not Speed in God's sight. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 235 He laboured to the end, Thy life is not yet past. See thou be found, as he Was at the last. 236 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. THE POWER OF GOD. "With God all things are possible." From the dead carcase of a forest beast God's saint of old obtained a Hying feast, And from a withered fig-tree Jesus gave A lesson of the faith that's strong to save ; Thus God can give both food and faith, you see. From beasts that perish and a withered tree ! Now he, who thus could dying men revive. Can also make men, when they're dead, alive. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 237 THE STEAM-ENGINE. " The power of his might." Seest thou yon engine ? Had it not a vent, Whereby the steam pent up within were spent, 'Twould burst its iron prison with loud roar, And deal around death and destruction sore : And so, when God doth with his holy fire The inmost caverns of the heart inspire, It too, in spite of every obstacle. Makes itself felt, although invisible. Yet not to strew the ground with piles of dead Is the great Spirit sent down by our Head, But to endow men with a higher life, Still to be theirs after this mortal strife. 238 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. THE NEWS OF THE DAY. " Good news from a far country." " What news is there to-day ? " said one to me : " Important news, good Sir," quoth I, "for thee; " Good news from Heaven ! " God's own Son given ! "For us he died! for us was raised! " Through him we live ! the Lord be praised ! "This is the news, which they who know "No better have, or wish, I trow." THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 23& ON THE DEATH OF BISHOP PHILPOTTS. Before the Lord called Philpotts to his rest, He to vacate his see by man was prest : The agM Bishop yielded, and desired A better see : 'twas granted — he expired. TRANSLATION OF A LATIN EPIGRAM. Trust God, pray oft, beware of sin, and be Humble, and seek for peace, and high things flee, Hear much, speak little, secrets keep, and spare The weak, obey the strong, with equals bear. Be earnest, faithful, to the needy nigh, Thy gettings keep, bear all things, learn to die. ^40 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE: LEBEIST. Freut euch des Lebens, "Weil noch das Lampclieii gliiht ; Pfliicket die Rose Eh' sie verbliiht.; Man schaiFt so gern Sich Sorg' und Miih', Sucht Domen auf Und findet sie, Und last das Veilchen unbemerkt Das uns am Wage bliiht. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 241 LIFE. ' Life let us cherish,* While yet the taper glows, And, ere it perish, Let us pluck the rose :' Man shapes with will His care and ill ; Seeks thorns, and lo ! He finds they grow, And leaves the violet unespied, That blooms the path beside. ' The first four lines are not mine. 242 • THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Wenn scheu die Schopfung sich verhiillt, Und laut der Donner ob uns briillt, So lacht am Abend nach dem Sturm Die Sonn' uns doppelt schon. Freut euch des Lebens, Und s. w. Wer Neid und Misgunst sorgsam flieht, Und G-'nugsamkeit im Gartchen zieht, Dem schiesst sie scbnell zum Baumchen auf,. Das gold'ne Friichte tragt. Freut euch des Lebens, Und s. w. Wer Redlichkeit und Treue liebt, Und gem dem armen Bruder giebt, Da siedelt sich Zufriedenheit So gerne bei ihm ein. Freut euch des Lebens, Und s. w. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 243 Though Nature shy herself enshroud, And o'er us roars the thunder loud, Nathless at eve, the storm-cloud gone, Shines doubly fair the sun : Life let us cherish, &c., &c. Who spite and envy flee with care. And in small plot contentment rear, Erewhile to a tree for them 'twill shoot. That yields them golden fruit : Life let us cherish, &c., &c. Who loves the right and truth, and fain A poorer brother will sustain. Contentment fain to him will come, And make his heart her home : Life let us cherish, &c., &c. k2 244 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. TTnd wenn der Pfad sich furchtbar engt, Und Missgeschick uns plagt und drangt, So reicht die Freundschaft schwesterlich Dem Redlichen die Hand. Freut euch des Lebens, Und s. w. Sie trocknet ihm die Thranen ab, Und streut ihm Blumen bis ans Grab, Sie wandelt Nacht in Dammerung, Und Dammerung in Licht. Freut euch des Lebens, Und s. w. Sie ist des Lebens schonste Band, Schlingt Briider traulich Hand in Hand, So wallt man froh, so wallt man leicht Ins bessre Yaterland. Freut euch des Lebens, Und s. w. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 245 And though the path be fearful strait, And misadventures vex and bait, Friendship a hand, like sister, giyes To him who rightly lives : Life let us cherish, &c., &c. She wipes the tears from off his eyes, She scatters flowers e'en till he dies, -She changes into dawn the night, And changes dawn to light : Life let us cherish, &c., &c. She is of life the fairest band, Joins brethren fondly hand in hand ; Thus blithe, thus smooth our way we steer, Till the better land appear : Life let us cherish, &c., &c. 246 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. LIEBE. Ach. wie ist's moglicli dann D ass icb. dich lassen kann ? Hab' dich von Herzen lieb, Das glaube mir. Du hast die Seele mein So ganz genommen ein, Das ich kein' Andre lieb Als dich allein. Blau Ijliiht ein Bliimelein, Das heisst Yergiss-nicht mein ; Das Bliimelein leg'ans Herz Und denk an mich. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 247 LOVE. Ah ! how could it be so, Tlip,t I should thee forego ? I heart and soul love thee, For that trust me. Thou hast my inmost breast So all in all possest, I love no other one. But thee alone. Blue blooms a floweret bright, * Forget-me-not ' 'tis hight ; That flower on thy heart be. And think of me. 248 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. Stixbt Bliitt und Hoffiiimg gleich, "Wir sind an Liebe reich ; Deim sie stirbt nie bei mir ; Das glaube mir. War* ich ein Vogelein, WoUt icb bald bei dir seyn ; Scheut icb Falk Tind Habicht, Flog schnell zu dir. SchosB mich eia Jager todt, Flog ich in deinen Schooss ; Sahst du mich traurig an Gem stiirb ich dann. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 249 Though flower and hope be not, Love*s riches we have got ; Deathless my love shall be, For that trust me. ' A little bird were I, To thee I'd quickly fly. Nor hawk nor kite should scare Me from my dear. If fowler pierced me sore, I'd make thy breast my bower ; There 'neath thy sorrowing eye I lief would die ? PAET II. TRANSLATIONS FROM THE ODES OF HORACE. 252 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. LIBEE I. CARMEN I. Maecenas atavis edite regibus, et praesidium et dulce decus meum, Sunt quos curriculo pulverem Olympicum Collegisse juvat, metaque fervidis Evitata rotis palmaque nobilis. Terrarum dominos evehit ad deos Hunc, si mobilium turba Quiritium Certat tergeminis tollere honoribus ; Ilium, si proprio condidit horreo Quicquid de Libycis verritur areis. Gaudentem patrios findere sarculo Agios Attalicis condicionibus Numquam dimoveas, ut trabe Cypria Myxtoum pavidus nauta secet mare. Luctantem Icariis fluctibus Africum Mercator metuens otium et oppidi THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. 253 BOOK I. ODE I. Maecenas, sprung from line of ancient kings, both the strength and glory of my life, There are who joy upon the Olympic course To have swept along the dust, and shunned the goal With glowing wheels, and won the noble palm. Uplifted to the Grods, lords of the world, This one, if the Quirites' fickle throng Strive to exalt to Honour's threefold height ; That one, if in his granary he has stored All that is swept from Lybian threshing floors ; Whoso rejoices with his spade to cleave His fathers' fields, by Attains' wealth Thou ne'er couldst move him, on a Cyprian beam, Sailing with fear, to cut Myrtoan sea ; The South wind wrestling with the Icarian waves. The trader apprehensive praises ease 254 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Laudat rura sui : mox reficit rates Quassas, indocilis pauperiem pati. Est qui nee veteris pocula Massici Nee partem solido demere de die Spemit, nunc viridi membra sub arbuto Stratus, nunc ad aquae lene caput sacrse. Multos castra juvant et lituo tubse Permixtus sonitus bellaque matribus Detestata. Manet sub Jove frigido Venator tenerse conjugis immemor, Seu visa est catulis cerva fidelibus, Seu rupit teretes Marsus aper plagas. Me doctarum hederse prsemia frontium Dis miscent superis, me gelidum nemus Nympharumque leves cum Satyris chori Secemunt populo, si neque tibias Euterpe cohibet nee Polyhymnia Lesboum refugit tendere barbiton. Quodsi me lyricis vatibus inseres, Sublimi feriam sidera vertice. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 255 And scenery of his town ; soon his flawed bark Refits, untutored poverty to bear ; There is who neither spurns old wine in cups, Nor from the busy day to steal an hour, His limbs now spread beneath green arbute-tree, By gentle springhead now of sacred stream. Many the camp delights, clarion and trump Mingling their sounds together, and the wars By mothers hated. Bides 'neath frosty sky The huntsman, mindless of his tender wife. Whether a doe his faithful hounds have viewed. Or Marsian boar has burst the well-wrought nets : Me ivy-wreath, the prize of learned brows, Blends with the Gods above, me the cool grove And airy Nymphs with Satyrs in the dance Do sever from the people, if her pipes Euterpe stay not, nor Pol'hymnia Refuse to string the Lesbian maiden's lyre ; But if thou'lt graft me mid the lyric bards. With upraised head I'll strike the stars of Heaven. 256 THE SPIRIT AND THE MFSB. LIBER I. CARMEN IX. Vides ut alta stet nive candidum Soracte, nee iam sustineant onus Silvae laborantes, geluque Flumina constiterint acuto. Dissolve frigus ligna super foco Large reponens atque benignius Deprome quadrimum Sabina, Thaliarche, merum diota. Permitte divis cetera, qui simul Stravere ventos aequore fervido Deproeliantes, noc cupressi Nee veteres agitantur orni. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 257 BOOK I. ODE IX. "Seest thou upon Soracte's height How the deep snow is glistening bright ? The labouring woods scarce bear their load, Sharp frost has stopped the rivers' flood. Dispel the cold ; pile higher still Logs on the hearth, and with a will Draw forth from jar of Sabine mould, Thaliarchus, wine full four years old. Leave to the Gods the rest ; when they Upon the boiling main allay The battling winds, nor cypress, nor Old mountain ash is battered more. s 258 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Quid sit futurum eras fuge quaerere, et Quern sors dieriim cumque dabit, lucro Appone, nee dulces amores Sperne puer neque tu ehoreas, Donee virenti eanities abest Morosa. Nunc et campus et areae Lenesque sub noctem susurri Composita repetantur hora, Nunc et latentis proditor intimo Gratus puellae risus ab angulo Pignusque dereptum lacertis Aut digito male pertinaci. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 259 Seek not what shall to-morrow be ; What day. soever chance gives thee, Set down as gain, nor love's delight, Nor thou the dance in boyhood slight, "Whilst in thy green sour age is far ; Now seek the park, and seek the square. And whispers soft at fall of night In trysted hour be thy delight ; The merry laugh, too, which betrays Yon nook the damsel's hiding-place, And token snatched from off her wrists Or finger which but ill resists. S 2 260 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. LIBEK I. CARMEN XI. Tu ne quaesieris (scire nefas) quem mihi, quein tibi Einem di dederint, Leuconoe, nee Babylonioe Temptaris numeros. Ut melius, quicquid erit, pati, Seu plures hiemes seu tribuit Juppiter ultimam, Quse nunc oppositis debilitat pumicibus mare Tyrrhenum. Sapias, vina liques et spatio brevi Spem longam reseces. Dum loquimur, fugerit invida yEtas : carpe diem, quam minimum credula poster o. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 261 BOOK I. ODE XL Thou should'st not seek — 'tis sin to know— what end to thee, what end to me. The Gods have given, Leuconoe; nor calculations of Chaldee Should'st thou essay ; far better bear, whate'er shall be, submissively. Be it that Heaven more Winters gives, or this, the last that is to be. Which even now with barrier cliffs doth break the sea of Tuscany; Would' st thou be wise, filtrate the wines, and, as life's span so brief must be, Cut short long hope ; e'en while we speak, time will have fled invidiously; Enjoy to-day, and trust as little as may be futurity. 262 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. LIBEE, I. CAEMElSr XIV. O navis, referent in mare te novi Pluctus. quid agis? Fortiter occupa Portum. Nonne vides ut Nudum remigio latus, Et malus celeri saucius Africo Antemnseque gemant, ac sine funibus Vic durare carinas Possint imperiosius ^quor. Non tibi sunt integra lintea, Non di quos iterum pressa voces male. Quamvis Pontica pinus, Silvse filia nobilis, THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 263 BOOK I. ODE XIV. O Ship, fresh-rising billows will bear thee back again To the deep sea ! What dost thou ? hold with might and main The harbour. Seest thou not how bare Thy sides of oars to speed thee are. Thy mast, too, sorely wounded with the swift hurricane And sailyards groan ; and, were't not for cables to snstain, Thy keel could scarcely now abide The more and more imperious tide ? There is not now to aid thee a yet untattered sail. Nor Grods to' invoke when stricken again by adverse gale : For aU that thou, a Pontic pine. The forest's child, of noble linp. 264 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Jactes et genus et nomen inutile, Nil pictis timiduB navita puppibus Fidit. Tu nisi ventis Debes ludibrium, cave. Nuper sollicitum quae mihi tsedium^ Nunc desiderium curaque non levis, Interfusa nitentes Vites aequora Cycladas. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 265- Vauntest a useless title and genealogy, The fearful sailor trusts not in painted finery ; if thou art not bound to bear The mocking tempests, be thou ware. Thou who of late didst cause me distressful weariness^ Now cause of anxious longing, and care not burdenlessj. Avoid the intermingling seas Mid those bright isles the Cyclades. 566 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. LIBER I. CARMEN XV. Pastor cum traheret per freta navibus Idseis Helenen perfidlis hospitam, Ingrato celeris obruit otio Ventos ut caneret fera Nereus fata : ' Mala ducis avi domum Quam multo repetet Grsecia milite, Oonjurata tuas rumpere nuptias Et regnum Priami vetus. Heu heu, quantus equis, quantus adest viris Sudor ! quanta moves funera Dardanse ■Genti. Jam galeam Pallas et segida Currusque et rabiem parat. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 267 BOOK I. ODE XV. What time the Shepherd Chieftain dragged Helen 'cross the sea On Ida's ships, a traitor to the guestchamber he, The Sea-god sank the swift winds in welcomeless repose, To sing the chant of destined woes : •" 111 bodes the bird that leads thee to take unto thy home ^' A bride whom Greece to claim back with many a troop will come, " A sworn confederation to break thy nuptial vow, And Priam's old realm to lay low. " Alas ! what sweat for horses ! what sweat for men's at hand ! " What carnage thou art stirring for aU. of Dardan land ! " E'en now doth G-oddess Pallas her helmet, and her car, " Her aegis, and her rage prepare ! 268 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Nequiquam Veneris prsesidio ferox Pectes csesariem grataque feminis Imbelli cithara carmina divides, Nequiquam thalamo gravis Hastas et calami spicula Grnosii Yitabis strepitumque et celerem sequi Aiacem : tamen heu serus adulteros Crines pulvere coUines. Non Laertiaden, exitium tuse Genti, non Pylium If estora respicis ? Urgent inpavidi te Salaminius Teucer, te Sthenelus sciens Pugnse, sive opus est imperitare equis, Non auriga piger. Merionen quoque Nosces. Ecce furit te reperire atrox Tydides melior patre ; Quern tu, cervus uti vallis in altera Yisum parte lupum graminis inmemor, Sublimi fugies mollis anhelitu, Non hoc poUicitus tuse. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 269 •" In vain shalt thou, confiding in Love's protectorate, " Oomb out thy locks, and, pleasing a band effeminate, " Blend with unwarlike harpings the song in harmony ; " In vain to thy bedchamber flee, ^•' To shun the deadly lances, the barbs of Cretan reed, " The battle-roar, and Ajax swift in pursuit to lead ; ■" However, though alas ! late, thou thine adult'rous hair " Shalt thick with clotted dust besmear. " Dost thou not Laerti'des, the scourge of all thy clan, ■" Dost thou not aged Nestor regard, the Pylian man ? " A dauntless twain hot press thee — Teucer of Salamis, " And Sthenelus, who knows, I wis, " The battle, or, if need be to make the horses wheel, " No laggard charioteer he ! Morion too thou'lt feel ! " Lo ! pitiless Tydides, a better than his sire, " To find thee burns with fierce desire ; " Whom thou — just as a stag flees a he-wolf it has seen " Afar across the valley, unmindful of the green — " Thy head upraised and panting, shalt flee in coward flight — " This was not to thy love thy plight! 270 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Iracunda diem proferet Ilio Matronisque Phrygum classis Achillei ; Post certas hiemes uret Achaicus Ignis Iliacas domos.' THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 271 " The anger of Achilles and all his fleet shall stay " For Ilium and the matrons of Phrygia that day ; " Soon as the fixed number of winters shall expire, " The Greeks shall burn Troy's homes with fire." 272 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. LIBEE I. CARMEN XVIII. Nullam, Vare, sacra vite prius severis arborem Circa mite solum Tiburis et moenia Catili. Siccis omnia nam dura deus proposuit, neque Mordaces aliter diffugiunt sollicitudines . Quis post vina gravem militiam aut pauperiem crepat ? Quis non te potius, Bacche pater, teque, decens Venus ? Ac ne quis modici transiliat munera Liberi, Centaurea monet cum Lapithis rixa super mere THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 273 BOOK I. ODE XVIII. No tree shouldst thou plant, Varus, sooner than the sacred vines Round the mellow soil of Tibur and Catilus' castled lines : Everything to wine- abstainers Heaven has ordered hard should be. Nor in any other fashion gnawing cares departing flee. What man after wine complains of hard campaigns or poverty ? Who is not for thee, Sire Bacchus, or, comely Venus, thee ? But that none with Liber's bounties overleap the measured line. Centaurs warn us with the Lapithse brawling for the cup of wine. 274 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. Debellata, monet Sithoniis non levis Euhius, Cum fas atque nefas exiguo fine libidinum Discemunt avidi. Non ego te, candide Bassareu, Invitum quatiam nee variis obsita frondibus ■Sub divum rapiam. Saeva tene cum Berecyntio Comu tympana, quae subsequitur caecus amor sui Et tollens vacuum plus nimio gloria verticem Arcanique fides prodiga, perlucidior vitro. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 275 Deadly duel ! Euhius warns us, no light God to Thracians he, "When they right and wrong distinguish by the narrow boundary Their own lusts have listed, greedy ! I will not in thy despite Wave thy wand, fair skin-clad Bacchu^ no, nor hurry forth to light What the chequered leaves have covered. Stop the tambour's savage strain And the horn of Berecyntus ; blind Self-love is in their train, And Vain-gloriousness uplifting too great height her empty head, Eaith, too, more than glass transparent, who the secret hath betrayed. t2 276 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE, LIBER I. CARMEN XXII. Integer vitae scelerisque purus Non eget Maiiris iaculis neque arcu Nee venenatis gravida sagittis, Fusee, pharetra, Sive per Syrtis iter aestuosas Sive facturus per inhospitalem Caucasem vel quae loca fabulosuB Lambit Hydaspes. Namque me silva lupus in Sabima, Dum meam canto Lalagen et ultra Terminum curis vagor expeditis, Fugit inermem : THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 277 BOOK I. ODE XXII. The pure of life and clean from sin Needs not the Moorish javelin, Nor bow, nor quiver with its load Of poisoned arrows, whether his road By Syrtes with its boiling sea, ■Or o'er unharboured* Caucasus be, Or regions that with lambent wave Hydaspes' fabled waters lave- In Sabine wood, whilst free from care I sing of Lalage my dear, And roam beyond my bound, at sight Of me unarmed a wolf took flight ! * Compare Comus : ' miharboiired heaths.' 278 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Quale portentum neque militaris Daunias latis alit aesculetis, Nee lubae tellus generat, leonum Arida nutrix. Pone me pigris ubi nuUa campis Arbor aestiva recreatur aura, Quod latus mundi nebula malusque luppiter urget ; Pone sub curru nimium propinqui Solis in terra domibus negata : Dulce ridentem Lalagen amabo, Dulce loquentem. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. %79 A monster Daunus' land of war In its broad oakwoods never bore, Nor Juba's soil to birth has brought, That nurse of lions, parched with drought. Place me in frozen champain, where No tree is fanned by Summer air, A region of the world which lies Beclouded with malignant skies ; Place me in land where house is none. Close 'neath the chariot of the sun. Still Lalage my love shall be Sweet-smilingj-prattling Lalage. 280 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. LIBER I. CARMEN XXIV. Quis desiderio sit pudor aut modus Tarn cari capitis ? Prsecipe lugubris Cantus, Melpomene, cui liquidam pater Vocem cum cithara dedit. Ergo Quintilium perpetuus sopor XJrget ? cui Pudor et Justitise soror, Incorrupta Fides, nudaque Veritas Quando ullum inveniet parem ? Multis ille bonis flebilis occidit, NuUi flebilior quam tibi, Vergili. Tu, frustra pius, heu non ita creditum Poscis Quintilium deos. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 281 BOOK I. ODE XXIV. What bound to sorrow, or restraint should be For one so dear ? Begin, Melpomene, The mournful chants, to whom the Almighty Sire Hath given with a liquid voice the lyre. Doth, then, our friend the eternal sleep oppress ? Faith uncorrupt, sister of Eighteousness, And Modesty, and naked Truth — ah ! when Shall they one like Quintilius find again ? Full many good men weep that he is gone, "Weep more than tbou dost, Virgil, there is none; In vain thy piety ! not so was given Quintilius, whom thou askest for from Heaven. 282 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. Quid si Threicio blandius Orpheo Auditam moderere arboribus fidem, Num vanse redeat sanguis imagini, Quam virga semel horrida, Non lenis precibus fata recludere, Nigro compulerit Mercurius gregi ? Durum : sed levius fit patientia Quicquid corrigere est nefas. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 283 What if more sweetly than the Thracian bard Thou tun'dst the harp-strings and by trees wert heard ? "Would then the blood run back to the empty shade, Which Mercury, whom no man can ^persuade To burst the bar of Fate for soothing word, Hath driven with dread wand to his black herd ? 'Tis hard ; but by endurance lighter grows That which to alter God's law disallows. 284 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. LIBER I. CARMEN XXVI. Musis amicus tristitiam et metus Tradam protervis in mare Creticum Portare ventis, quis sub Arcto Rex gelidae metuatur orae, Quid Tiridaten terreat, unice Securus. quae fontibus integris Gaudes, apricos necte flores, Necte meo Lamiae coronam, Pimplea dulcis : nil sine te mei Prosunt honores : hunc fidibus novis, Hunc Lesbio sacrare plectro Teque tuasqae decet sorores. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 285- BOOK I. ODE XXVI. A friend of the Miises, all sadness and fear I will give to "the petulant breezes to bear To the deep Cretan Ocean. Who 'neath the Grreat Bear The king of that frozen extremity fear, What scares Tiridates, not once will I care. Sweet Muse, who rejoices in fresh fountain-brim, Sunny flowers twine for Lamia, a wreath twine for him ; Nought advantage my honours, unless thou inspire ; Immortalize him in new strain on the lyre. Aye, him with the Lesbian quill in thy hand; Becomes it both thee and thy sisterly band. .286 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. LIBER I. CARMEN XXYIII. Te maris et terrae numeroque carentis harenae Mensorem cohibent, Archyta, Pulveris exigui prope litus parva Matinum Munera, nee quiequam tibi prodest Aerias temptasse domos animoque rotundum Percurrisse polum morituro. Occidit et Pelopis genitor, conviva deorum, Tithonusque remotus in auras Bt loyis arcanis Minos admissus, habentque Tartara Panthoiden iterum Oreo Demissum, quamvis clipeo Troiana refixo Tempera testatus nihil ultra Nerves atque cutem morti concesserat atrae, ludice te non sordidus auctor Naturae verique. Sed omnis una manet nox Et calcanda seme! via leti. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 287 BOOK I. ODE XXVIII. Thou, who the sea, and earth, and the unnumbered sand Didst measure once, Archytas, art detained For lack of scanty boon of a few grains of dust Nigh the Matinian shore, nor boots it aught To have scaled the aerial mansions, and to have scoured In spirit the round world — to die at last ! Died also Pelops' sire, the *convive of the Gods, And Tithon lifted up into the skies, And Minos privy-councillor of Jove. The realms Of Tartarus hold Panthous' son, again Sent down to Orcus, though, unfastening his shield In witness of the Trojan times, he had Conceded nought but skin and bones to sable Death, With thee for judge, no sorry voucher he Of nature and of truth. But all one night awaits, And trodden must be once the path of Death. *' There in the- full convive we.' — Troilus and Cressida, iv., 5,272. 288 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Dant alios furiae torvo spectacula Marti ; Exitio est avidum mare nautis ; Mixta senum ac iuvenum densentur funera, nullum Saeva caput Proserpina fugit. - Me quoque devexi rapidus comes Orionis Illyricis notus obruit undis. At tu, nauta, vagae ne parce malignus harenae Ossibus et capiti inhumato Particulam dare : sic, quodcumque minabitur eurus Fluctibus Hesperiis, Venusinae Plectantur silvae te 'sospite, multaque merces Unde potest tibi defluat aequo Ab love Neptunoque sacri custode Tarenti. Neglegis immeritis nocituram Postmodo te natis fraudem committere ? Fors et Debita iura vicesque superbae Te maneant ipsum : precibus non linquar iaultis, Tequc piacula nulla resolvent. Quamquam festinas, non est mora longa ; licebit Iniecto ter pulvere curras. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 289 Some men the Furies give for show to grisly Mars, The hungry sea to mariners is a grave, The mingled carcases of young and old are thronged, No single head stern Proserpine lets escape — " Me* too, that hurrying comrade of Orion's fall. The South-wind, whelmed in the lUyrian waves ; But thou, O sailor, do not grudgingly forbear To give my bones and my unburied head A little shifting sand; so, howsoe'er the East Threats the Hesperian waves, Venusia's woods Be lashed, whilst thou art safe, and much reward for thee, From whence it can, be showered by kindly Jove, And Neptune, Guardian- God of the Tarentine fane. Dost think it little to commit a sin Thy innocent posterity shall rue ? Mayhap A righteous due and mocking change await Thyself: my prayer, if left, will not be unavenged ; And thee — no offerings will thy guilt absolve,: What though thou hastest ? 'Twill not long delay ; thou canst. Dust thrice upon me thrown, speed on thy way." *The spirit of a shipwrecked man here breaks in and speaks. U 290 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. LIBER ' I. CARMEN XXIXl Icci, beatis mmc Arabum jnvides Gazis et acrem militiam paras Non ante devictis Sabaeae Regibus, horribilique Medo Nectis catenas. Quae tibi virginum Sponso necato barbara serviet ? Puer quis ex aula capillis Ad cyathum statuetur unctis. Doctus sagittas tendere Sericas Arcu paterno ? quis neget arduis Pronos relabi posse rivps Montibus et Tiberim reverti. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 291 BOOK I. ODE XXIX. What, Iccius ! Araby the blest Her treasure-stores thou enyiest ! And art preparing warfare rude For Saba's kings not yet subdued ! And for the Median foeman dread Full many a chain hast riveted ! Say, what barbaric maid shall be, Her lover slain, a slave to thee ? "What courtier youth with perfumed hair Stand at his post thy cup to bear, Inured to bend his father's bow And aim the shaft against the foe ? Who would deny that streams which leap All headlong down the mountain steisp May upward glide ? and Tiber's flow Turn backward to its source, when thou u2 292 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Cum tu coeinptos undique nobiles Libros Panaeti, Socraticam et domum Mutare loricis Hiberis, PoUicitus meliora, tendis ? ■ Ji THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 293 Wouldst fain thy far-sought purchases, Panaetius' noble treatises, And all the school of Socrates, Change for Iberian coats of mail t Alas ! that hopes so fair should fail ! 894 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. LIBER I. CARMEN XXXII. Poscimur. Siquid vacui sub umbra Lusimus tecum, quod et hunc in annum Vivat et plures, age die Latinum, Barbite, carmen, Lesbio primum modulate civi, Qui ferox bello, tamen inter arma Sive iactatam religarat udo Litore navim, Liberum et musas Veneremque et illi Semper haerentem puerum canebat Et Lycum nigris oculis nigroque Crine decorum. THE SPIEIT AND THE MTTSE. 295 BOOK I. ODE XXXII. They bid me sing — If 'neath the shade In leisure hour with thee I have played Aught, that this year, and more, may be, Shall live, come, sing a Latin glee. Harp, first by Lesbian freeman sounded. Who e'en in war, by arms surrounded. Or when upon the dripping shore His storm-tost bark he had made secure. Would Liber and the Muses sing, Venus, and Love who close doth, cling Always to her, and Lycus' face. Black-eyed, black-haired, and full of grace. 296 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. decus Phoebi et dapibus supremi Grata testudo lovis, laborum Dxdce lenimen, mihi cumque salve Rite Tocanti. THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. 297 pride of Phoebus, vocal shell, At Jove's high banquets loved so well, Toil's sweet assuager, whensoe'er 1 duly call, befall thee fair. 398 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. LIBER I. CARMEN XXXIV. Parous Deorum cultor et infrequens, Insanientis dum sapientise. Consultus erro, nune retrorsum Vela dare atque iterare cursus Cogor reliotos. Namque Diespiter Igni corusco nubila dividens Plerumque, per purum tonantis Egit equos volucremque currum, Quo bruta teUus et vaga flumina, Quo Styx et inviBi horrida Tsenari Sedes Atlanteusque finis Concutitur. Valet iraa summis THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. :>299 BOOK I. ODE XXXIV. A sparing and unfrequent devotee. As long as from a mad philosophy I took advice and wandered, now perforce Backward I sail, and trace again the course I had abandoned. For the Sire of light, Who most times cleaves the clouds with fire-flash bright. Has driven thimdering athwart the clear His horses and his car in swift career, Whereat the sluggish earth, the wandering flood. And Styx, and hateful Taenarus' abode Of subterranean horror, and withal The Atlantic mountain, boundary of all, Are to their centre shaken. God can make Things that are highest lowest places take. 300 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. Mutare et insignem attenuat Deus, Obscura promens ; Line apicem rapax Fortuna cum stridore acuto Sustulit, hie posuisse gaudet. THE SPIEIT AND THE MFSE. 301 And the distinguislied man he wears away, Bringing obscure things forth to light of day : Fortune from this man, snatching at her prey, Bears with shrill whirr the diadem away, Here having set it, glories in her sway. , 302 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. LIBER II. CARMEN II. Nullus argento color est avaris Abdito terris, inimice lamnae Crispe Sallusti, nisi temperate Splendeat usu. Vivet extento Proculeius aevo, Notus in fratres anitni paterni ; Ilium aget pinna metuente solvi Fama superstes. Latins regnes avidum domando Spiritum, quam si Libyam remotis Gadibus iungas et uterque Poenus Serviat uni. THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. 303 BOOK II. ODE II. Nought is the glitter of the silver ore, While in the covetous earth 'tis kept in store, Sallust, no friend of metal from the mine, Unless by tempered use 'tis made to shine. Proculeius lives, and ages shall be known For love paternal to his brothers shown ; That man surviving Fame aloft shall bear On wing that doth not dissolution fear. More widely would'st thou reign by mastering A greedy spirit, than wert thou the king Of Libya and far Gades joined in one, Both Oarthages the slaves of thee alone. 304 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Crescit indulgens sibi dims hydrops, Nee sitim pellit, nisi causa morbi Fugerit venis et aquosus albo Corpore languor. Eedditum Cyri solio Phrahaten Dissidens plebi numero beatorum Eximit virtus populumque falsis Dedocet uti Vocibus, regnum et diadema tutum Deferens uni propriamqne laurum, Quisquis ingentis oculo inretorto Spectat acervos. THE SPIRIT AND THE MtTSE. 305 Dire dropsy self indulging doth increase, Nor doth one drive away the thirstiness, Till from the veins hath fled the cause of ail, And aqueous languor from the body pale. Phrahates, though to Cyrus' throne restored, Virtue, dissenting from the vulgar horde. Strikes from the roll of happy men, that so Mankind may learn false titles to forego : A kingdom and a diadem secure She offers, and the bay that doth endure. To him alone, alone who can behold "Without a backward glance vast heaps of gold. 306 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. LIBER II. CARMEN III. Aequam memento rebus in arduis Servare mentem, non secus in bonis Ab insolenti temperatam Laetitia, moriture Delli, Seu maestuB omni tempore vixeris, Seu te ia remoto gramine per dies Festos reclinatum bearis Interiore nota Falerni. Quo pinus ingens albaque populus Umbram bospitalem consociare amant Ramis ? Quid oblique laborat Lympha fugax trepidare rivo ? THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 307 BOOK II. ODE III. Remember in the days of ill An even mind to hold fast still, Nor less in prosperous times be spare Of mirth, extravagance, and cheer, Dellius, mortal that you are, "Whether in sorrow life you pass. Or, leaning back in nook of grass, Tou keep high festal-tide with wine Fetched from the cellar's inmost bin. What serves it that the poplar white And the huge pine with boughs delight A hospitable shade to unite ? Or in its winding channel why Huddles the brook so swiftly by ? x2 308 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Hue vina et unguenta et nimium brevis Flores amoenae ferre iube rosae, Dum res et aetas et sororum Fila trium patiuntur atra. Cedes coemptis saltibus et domo Villaque flavus quam Tiberis lavit ; Cedes et extructis in altum Divitiis potietur heres. Divesne prisco natus ab Inacho Nil interest an pauper et infiraa De gente sub divo moreris, Victima nil miserantis Orci. Omnes eodem cogimur, omnium Versatur urna serius ocius Sors exitura et nos in aeternum Exilium impositura cumbae. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 3G9 Bring hither unguents, wines, the rose- Fair flower that all too short-lived blows — While circumstance, and age permit, And the black threads, the Sisters* slit. Thou'lt quit thy purchased parks, and home. And seat on Tiber's yellow foam ; Aye, quit, and all that earthly hoard. Thou hast piled up high, an heir shaU lord ! It boots not whetber rich thou be, Of Inachus' ancient pedigree, Or poor, of lowest family — A little while beneatb the sun. Then Orcus' victim pitying none ! All to the self-same bourn must go. The urn is shaken for all below, And soon or late comes forth the lot. And we must step aboard the Boat Fot banishment that endeth not. Compare Lycidas, line 75 : — ' Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred flhaars, And slits the 'thin-spun life.' 310 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. LIBEE II. CARMEN IV. Ne sit ancillae tibi amor pudori, Xanthia Phoceu, prius insolentem Serva Briseis niveo colore Movit Achillem ; Movit Aiacem Telamone natum Forma captivae dominum Tecmessae ; Arsit Atrides medio in triumpho Virgiae rapta, Barbarae postquam ceeidere turmae Thessalo victore et ademptus Hector Tradidit fessis leviora tolli Pergama Grais. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 311 BOOK II. ODE IV. Let not to love a haadmaid be, Xanthias, a shame to thee ; The slave Briseis, fair as snow, AchiUes moved, unwont to woo ! Tecmessa's beauty captive led Moved Ajax, lord, of Telamon bred ! Atrides in mid triumph stayed. Fired with the love of ravished maid ; After that the barbaric horde Fell to Thessalia's conquering sword. And Hector slain left the worn foe Troy's bulwarks easier to o'erthrow ! 312 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Nescias an te genenim beati Phyllidis flavae decorent parentes Regium certe genus et penatis Maeret iniquos. Crede non illam tibi de scelesta Plebe dilectam, neque sic fidelem Sic lucro aversam potuisse nasci Matre pudenda. Bracchia qt vultum teretisque suras Integer laudo : fuge suspicari Cuius octavum trepidavit aetas Claudere lustrum. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 313 Who knows but rich the sires may be Of golden Phyllis, ennobling thee ? Certain she mourns her royal race And household Grods' unequal grace. Nay, think not that thy love can be Plebeian-born, of vile degree ; Could she, so true, to gain so dead, Have been from shameful mother bred ! Her well-shaped ancles, arms, and face, Unsmitten by her charms, I praise : Suspect not one, over whose head Full forty years with haste have fled. 314 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. LIBER II. CARMEN X. RectiuB vives, Licini, neque altum Semper urgendo neque, dum procellas Cautus horrescis, nimium premendo Auream quisquis mediocritatem Diligit, tutus caret opsoleti Sordibus tecti, caret invidenda Sobrius aula. Saepius ventis agitatur ingens Pinus, et celsae graviore casu Decidunt turres, feriuntque suminos Fulgura mentis. THE SPTEIT AND THE MUSE. 315 BOOK II. ODE X. Your rule of life, Licinius, be Nor always pushing out to sea, Nor, cautiously while storms you fear, Coasting the dangerous shore too near. Who in the golden mean delight. In safety dwell, in sober plight ; No squalor theirs of mouldered shed, No palace to be envied. The giant pine winds oftener lash, And lofty towers with heavier crash Fall to the ground ; the lightning bright Strikes the o'ertopping mountain-height. 316 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Sperat infestis, metuit secundis Alteram sortem bene praeparatum Pectus. Informis hiemes reducit luppiter, idem Submqvet. Won, si male nunc, et olim Sic erit : quondam cithara tacentem Suscitat musam neque semper arcum Tendit Apollo. Eicbus angustis animosus atque Fortis appare ; sapienter idem Contrahes vento nimium secundo Turgida vela. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 31^ A change of lot the well-primed breast Hopes at the worst, fears at the best ; Unshapely, winters Jove anew Brings back, and he retires them too. If now 'tis ill, awhile not so : IsTot always bends Apollo's bow ; Sometimes he wakes upon the lute The muse who heretofore was mute. In straitened times courageous be, And bold thy front ; yet wise for thee, "When blows too, high the favouring gale. To reef betimes the swelling sail. 318 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. LIBER II. CARMEN XI. Quid beUicosus Cantaber et Scythes, Hirpine Quincti, cogitet Hadria Divisus obiecto, remittas Quaerere, nee trepides in nsum Poscentis aevi pauca : fugit retro Levis iuventas et decor, arida Pellente lascivos amores Canitie facilemque somnum. Non semper idem floribus est honor Yernis, neque uno luna rubens nitet Vultu. Quid aeternis minorem Consiliis animum fatigas ? THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 31& BOOK II. ODE XI. Hirpinus Quinctius, seek no more, What the Oantabrian, fierce in war, And what the Scythian's project be. Severed by Hadria's barrier sea ; Nor fret thyself for life's supply. Which asks but little. Swiftly fly Smooth youth and beauty ; gray and dry Comes Age, and love's lascivious play And ready sleep it drives away. Flowers have not aye their springtide grace; The red moon shines not with one face; Wherefore distress thy thought, too low The everlasting plans to know ? 320 THE SPIRIT A2fD THE MUSE. Cur non sub alta vel platano vel hac Pinu iacentes sic temere et rosa Canos odorati capillos, Dum licet, Assyrioque nardo Potamus uncti ? dissipat Euhius Curas edacis. Quis puer ocius EestiQguet ardentis Falerni Pocula praetereunte lympha ? Quis devium scortum eliciet domo Lyden ? eburna die age cum lyra Maturet, incomptum Lacaenae More comas religata nodum. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 321 Why not beneath yon plane-tree lie Or lofty pine, thus carelessly, And, roses scenting our gray hair, Assyrian nard wherewith to smear, Drink, while we may? 'Tis Buhius scares To the far distance eating cares ; Quick, boy, and cool the wine-draught's heat With water running at our feet. Lure Lyde from her devious * home. Bid her with lyre of ivory come In haste, and tied her unkempt hair Back in a knot, like Spartan fair. * Lyde's house was de via. Compare Milton's use of ' obvious hill.' 322 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. LIBER ir. CARMEN XIII. Hie et nefasto te posuit die Quicumque primum, et sacrilega manu Produxit, arbos, in nepotum Perniciem obprobriumque pagi ; Ilium et parentis crediderim sui Fregisse cervicem et penetralia Sparsisse nocturne cruore Hospitis ; ille venena Colcha Et quicquid usquam concipitur nefas Tractavit, agro qui statuit meo Te triste lignum, te caducum In domini caput immerentis. THE SPIEIT AND THE MTJSE. 323 BOOK II. ODE XIII. TJnhallowed was the day, when he, Whoe'er he was, first planted thee. And sacrilegious was the hand Reared thee, tree, that thou might' st stand A nuisance to posterity. And to the village obloquy. That man, full well I undertake, The neck of his own sire did break. And spattered with the midnight gore Of guest the inmost chamber's floor ; And Colchian drugs, and whatsoe'er Conceit of Hell is anywhere. That man in all has had a hand. Whoever set thee in my land, Thpu cursed log, to tumble down Upon thy master's guiltless crown ! y2 324 THE SPIEIT AND THE MTJSE. Quid quisque vitet numquain homini satis Cautum est in horas. Navita Bosporum Poenus perhorrescit neque ultra Caeca timet aliunde fata ; Miles sagittas et celerem fugam Parthi ; catenas Parthus et Italum Robur ; sed improvisa leti Yis rapuit rapietque gentis. Q,uam paene furvae regna Proserpinae Et iudicantem vidimus Aeacum. Sedesque discretas piorum et Aeoliis fidibus querentem Sappho puellis de popularibus, Et te sonantem plenius aureo, Alcaee, plectro dura navis, Dura fugae mala, dura belli. Utrumque sacro digna silentio Mirantur umbrae dicere ; sed magis Pugnas et exactos tyrannos Densum umeris bibit aure vulgus. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 325 "What each from hour to hour should flee, No man is ware sufficiently : The Carthaginian sailors' dread The dangerous Bosporus to thread ; Further than that, no fear hate they Of dark fate any other way : The soldier fears the arrows light Of Parthian and his rapid flight : The Parthian dreads captivity And prison-house of Italy : But Death with shock unlocked for aye Hath swept — will sweep mankind away. "Within a little we have seen The kingdoms of the dusky queen. And CEacus on his judgement-seat, And haunts apart where good men meet, And Sappho on ^olian lyre Complaining of the virgin quire Of her own land, and, fuller still. Thee sounding with thy golden quill, Alcseus, many hardships sore By sea, in exile, and in war. Things worthy sacred silence they. The marvel of the Spirits, say. 326 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. Quid minim, ubi illis carminibus stupens- Demittit atras belua centiceps Aures et intorti capillis Eumenidum recreantur angues ? Quin et Prometheus et Pelopis parens Dulci laborum decipitur sono, Nee curat Orion leones Aut timidos agitare lyncas. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 327 But the dense-shouldering mob prefer Of fights and despots slain to hear, And drink them in with greedy ear. What wonder ? Stounded at their verse Hell's monster drops his grisly ears From hundred heads ; the snakes entwined In locks of Furies respite find ; Prometheus, too, and Pelops' sire Forget their toil, so sweet the quire, Nor does Orion care to chase Lions, or lynxes, timorous race. 328 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. LIBER II. CARMEN XIV. Eheu fagaces, Postume Postume, Labuntur anni, nee pietas morain Rugis et instanti senectae Afferet indomitaeque morti ; Non si trecenis quotquot eunt dies, Amicej places inlacrimabilem Plutona tauris, qui ter amplum Geryonen Tityonque tristi Compescit unda, scilicet omnibus, Quicumque terrae munere vescimur, Enayiganda, sive reges Sive inopes erimus coloni. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 329 BOOK II. ODE XIV. Alas ! how swiftly glide the years away ! Nor will devotion, Postumus, delay Wrinkles, and age fast pressing on, And Death that hath been tamed of none ; Not if three hundred bulls each day, my friend. Thou offer Pluto, whom no tears can bend. Who Tityoa, and that monstrous birth. The triple-bodied Son of Earth, Confines by sullen wave, o'er which, be sure, AU we, who feed upon earth's bounteous store. Must sail perforce, whether kings we be. Or husbandmen of low degree. 330 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Fnistra cruento Marte carebimus Fractisque rauci fluctibus Hadriae, Frustra per autumnos nocentem Corporibus metuemus austrum. Visendus ater flumine languido Cocytos errans et Danai genus Infame damnatusque longi ' Sisyphus Aeolides laboris. Linquenda tellus et domus et placens Uxor, neque harum quas colis arborum Te praeter invisas cupressos XJUa brevem dominum sequetur. Absumet heres Caecuba dignior Servata centum clavibus et mero Tinguet pavimentum superbo, Pontificum potiore cenis. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 331 In vain shall we from bloody Mars be free, And the rough breakers of hoarse Hadria's sea : In vain throughout the Autumns fear The Auster's pestilential air. Visit we must the slow meandering flood, Cocytus black, and Danaus' cursed brood, And Sisyphus condemned to endure, Great (Eolus' son, toil evermore. Aye, leave thou must earth, house, and consort dear. And of these trees which thou dost fondly rear, None but 'the cypresses abhorred Shall follow thee, their shortlived lord. A worthier heir shall draw off to the lees The vintage guarded with a hundred keys. And choicer wine t|ie floor shall stain Than Pontiffs at their banquets drain. 332 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. LIBER II. CARMEN XVI. Otium divos rogat in patent! Prensus ^gaeo, simul atra nubes Condidit lunam neque certa fulgent Sidera nautis ; Otium bello furiosa Thrace, Otium Medi pharetra decori, Grosphe, non gemmis neque purpura ve- nale neque auro. Non enim gazae neque consularis Summovet lictor miseros tumultus Mentis et curas laqueata circum Tecta volantis. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 333 BOOK II. ODE XYI. Peace — asks the man from Heaven in prayer Caught in the broad seas unaware, When a black cloud the moon doth veil, And no sure stars shine as they sail : Peace — Thrace to war by Furies borne ; Peace — Medes whom quiver doth adorn ; 'Tis not for gems, 'tis not for gold, 'Tis not for purple, Grosphus, sold. Not wealth, nor consul's axeman may Drive those tumultuous stirs away Which vex the soul, and cares whose flight Is round the fretted ceiling's height. 334 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Vivitur parvo bene, cui patemum Splendet in mensa tenui salinum Nee leves somnos timor aut cupido Sordidus aufert. Quid brevi fortes jaculamur aevo Multa ? quid terras alio calentes Sole mutamus ? patriae quis exul Se quoque fugit ? Scandit aeratas vitiosa navis Cura nee turmas equitum relinquit, Ocior eervis et agente nimbos Oeior Euro. Laetus in praesens animus quod ultra est Oderit curare et amara lento Temperet risu : nihil est ab omni Parte beatum. Abstulit clarum cita mors Aebillem, Longa Tithonum minuit senectus, Et mihi forsan, tibi quod negarit, Porriget hora. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 335 That man lives well off scanty hoard. For whom upon a humble board A salt-cellar gleams splendidly. The heirloom of his ancestry, Nor fear nor sordid avarice Takes gentle slumbers from his eyes. Wherefore do we, in our short day, Aim at so much with bold essay ? Why seek lands warmed with other ray ? Who, from liis country banished, Hath also from his own self fled ? Corroding Care climbs ships of brass. Nor lets the troops of horsemen pass, More swift than antelopes, more swift Than winds which- chase the stormy drift. If joyful be our present state, The mind far distant cares should hate. And temper with a careless laugh The bitter cup it hath to quaff! Nothing exists which doth possess On every side true happiness. 336 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Te greges centum Siculaeque circum Mugiunt Taccae, tibi toUit hinnitum Apta quadrigie equa, te bis Afro Murice tinctae Vestiunt lanae : mihi parva rura at Spiritum Graiae tenuem Camenae Parca non mendax dedit et malignum Spemere Tulgus. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 337 Quick Death cut short Achilles' fame, Long age diminished Tithon's name, And peradventure time to me "Will stretch what it denies to thee. A hundred flocks and lowing kine Of true Sicilian breed are thine ; The mare lifts high her neigh for thee Fit for the car of victory ; Twice steeped in Afric's purple dye The wools which are thy vesture : I A little country farm received From Destiny who ne'er deceived, And the soft breath of Grecian song, Aye, and to spurn the spiteful throng. 338 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. LIBER II. CARMEN XVIII. Non ebur neque aureum Mea renidet in domo lacunar, Non trabes Hymettiae Premunt columnas ultima recisas Africa, neque Attali Ignotus heres regiam occupavi. Nee Laconicas mihi Trahunt honestae purpuras clientae. At fides et iageni Benigna vena est, pauperemque dives Me petit : nihil supra Deos lacesso nee potentem amicum Largiora flagito, Satis beatus unicis Sabinis, Truditur dies die, Novaeque pergunt interire lunae : THE SPIRIT AND THE MTJSE. 339 BOOK II. ODE XVIII. No iv'ry nor golden gleam In my house glitters from a panelled ceiling-beam ; No timbers from Hymettus brought Press columns in the quarries of far Afric wrought ; Nor yet from Attains who reigned Have I, an unknown heir, a regal house obtained ; Nor of Laoonian wool for me Do noble maidens weave rich purple drapery ; Yet faith and genius are to me, A kindly-flowing vein ; and, though so poor I be, The rich man seeks me ; for no more I importune the Gods, nor from my friend in power More liberal gifts do I require : Enough the blessing of my farm, my one desire. Day ever pushes onward day, And newly-risen moons hasten to pass away ; z 2 340 THE SPIRIT AND THE MFSE. Tu secanda marmora Locas sub ipsum funns et sepulcri Immemor stniis domes Marisque Bais obstrepentis urges Summovere litora, Parum locuples continente ripa. Quid quod usque proximos Revellis agri terminos et ultra Limites cHentium Salis avarus ? Pellitur paternos In sinu ferens deos Et uxor et vir sordidosque natos. Nulla certior tamen Rapacis Orel sede destinata Aula divitem manet Erum. Quid ultra tendis ? -3Squa tellus Pauperi recluditur Regumque pueris, nee satelles Orel Callidum Promethea Revexit auro captus : hie superbum Tantalum atque Tantali Genus coercet, hie levare functum Pauperem laboribus Vocatus atque non vocatus audit. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 341 Thou, though 80 near the fun'ral gloom, Dost order marbles to be cut, and, of the tomb Not mindful, palaces dost found ! And, where the sea makes Baise with a roar resound, Thou hurriest to remove the shore, Not rich enough, because the bank confines thee sore ! Why add that, at the boundary. Thou thrustest back the landmarks, and beyond where lie The limits of thy clients' land Thou leapest avaricious ! Lo ! an outcast band The wife and husband, on their breast Bearing their fathers' Gods and ragged children prest ! And yet no hall more certainly Awaits the rich lord than the destined boundary Of ravenous Hell ! Ah ! wherefore try To stretch to yonder distance ? With strict equity Earth opens to the poor as well As to the sons of kings. The satellite of HeU, For all Prometheus' subtlety, Did not convey him back, captured by gold. 'Tis he Keeps haughty Tantalus, and aU The race of Tantalus confined : 'tis he withal Who, when the poor his work has done, Invoked or not invoked to give relief, is won. 342 THE SPIRIT AlfD THE MUSE, LIBEE III. CAEMEN I. Odi profanum Arulgus et arceo, Favete linguis : carmina non prius Audita musarum sacerdos Yirginibus puerisque canto. Eegum timendorum in proprios greges^ Eeges in ipsos imperium est lovis, Clari Giganteo triumpho, Cuncta supercilio moventis. Est ut viro vir latins ordinet Arbusta sulcis, hie generosior Descendat in campum petitor, Moribus hie meliorque fama THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. 343 BOOK III. ODE I. The rabble with their lips profane I hold aloof and I disdain ; Auspicious be your tongues ; a lay, Not heard of in the bygone day, ly who the Muses' priest am, sing, For boys and girls an oifering. Dread kings their several flocks do sway. Kings, kings themselves, Jove's rule obey. Famed for the Giants' overthrow. Shaking the world with frown of brow. Sooth 'tis that one man fruit-trees grows O'er broader tracts in furrowed rows ; Another sprung of nobler race Enters the field to seek for place ; 344 THE SPIRIl' AND THE MUSE. Contendat, illi turba clientium Sit maior : aequa lege necessitas Sortitur insignes et imos, Omne capax movet urna nomen. Destrictus ensis cui super impia Cervice pendet, non Siculae dapes Dulcem elaborabixnt saporem, Non avium citharaeque cantus Somnum reducent : somnus agrestium Lenis virorum non humiles domes Fastidit umbrosamque ripam, Non zephyris agitata Tcmpe. Desiderantem quod satis est neque Tumultuosum soUicitat mare Nee saevus arcturi cadentis Impetus aut orientis haedi, Non verberatae grandine vineae Fundusque mendax, arbore nunc aquas Culpante, nunc torrentia agros Sidera, nunc hiemes iniquas. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE, 345 This one in fame and morals strong ; To that a larger client-throng — Necessity with' equal law Portions to all the lots to draw, To lowest men and men of fame : The roomy urn shakes every name. "Whoso hath o'er his impious head A -naked sword hung by a thread, Not Sicily's laboured banquets can Be sweet and savoury to that man ; Not sound of harp, nor birds that sing Return of sleep for him will bring. Sleep, gentle sleep, doth not disdain The lowly cottage of the swain. Nor shady bank, nor Tempe's vale, Stirred ever by the Western gale. Who seeks but a sufficiency, Him troubles not the boisterous sea. Nor rising Haedus' scourge, nor yet Sweeping Arcturus at his set. Nor though the vines be lashed with hail, Or farmlands of their promise fail. The fruit-tree chiding now the flood, J^ow scorching stars, now winters rude. 346 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Contracta pisces aequora sentiunt lactis in altum molibus : hue frequen* Caementa demittit redemptor Cum famuli s dominusque terrae Fastidiosus : sed timor et minae Scandunt eodem quo dominus, neque Decedit aerata triremi et Post equitem sedet atra cura. Quodsi dolentem nee Phrygius lapis Nee purpurarum sidere elarior Delenit usus nee Falerna Vitis Achaemeniumque eostum. Cur invidendis postibus et novo Sublime ritu moliar atrium ? Cur valle permutem Sabina Divitias operosiores ? THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 347 Fish narrower feel the Ocean-bed ; Embankments in the deep are laid ! Hither the master-builders crowd, And downward send the rubble-load ; With them a train of serving-men ; The landlord doth the land disdain ! But Fear and Menace climb as far As ever the lord, nor doth black Care Depart from brazen-fitted fleets. Behind the horseman, too, she sits. Now if nor stone of Phrygian mine, Nor purples which the star outshine. Nor wine from the Falemian press. Nor Persian unguents sooth distress. Why should I build a towering pile. With envied gates, in novel style ? Or why my Sabine vale forsake For over -troublous riches' sake. 548 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. LIBER III. CARMEN XIV. Herculis ritu modo dictus, plebs, Morte venalem petiisse laurum Caesar Hispana repetit penates Victor ab ora. Unico gaudens mulier marito Prodeat iustis operata divis Et soror clari ducis et decorae Supplice vitta Virginum matres iuvenumqne nuper Sospitum. Vos, pueri et pueUae lam virum expertae, male nominatis Parcite verbis. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 349 BOOK III. ODE XIV. GsBsar, O people, who was said but now » To have bartered life to win the laurel-bough Like Hercules, is from the Spanish shore Coming victorious to his home once more. Let her, who in one only spouse delights, Come forth, and to the righteous Gods do rites ;* And let the sister of the chief renowned. And let them, with the suppliant fillet bound, Mothers of maidens, and of young men late Eeturned in safety, all come forth in state ; Ye boys, and ye, girls, already wed, No inauspicious word by you be said. * ' To do them wanton rites.' — Paradise Lost. 350 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Hie dies vere mihi festus atras Eximet curas : ego nee tumultum Nee mori per vim metuam tenente Caesare terras. I pete unguentum, puer, et coronas Et cadum Mar si memorem dueUi, Spartacum siqua potuit vagantem Fallere testa. Die et argutae properet Neaerae Murreum nodo cohibere crinem . Si per iavisum mora ianitorem Eiet,,abito. Lenit albescens animos capiUus Litium et rixae cupidos protervae ; Non ego hoc ferrem calidus iuventa Consule Planco. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 351 This day, to me no common holiday, All melancholy cares shall drive away ; Nor tumult I, nor death by violent blow "Will fear, while Caesar rules the world below. Ho ! boy, fetch unguents, coronals, a jar Of wine remembering the Marsian war, If by a lucky chance throughout the land A vat 'scaped Spartacus and his roving band. Bid too Neaera with her voice so clear Tie quickly in a knot her golden hair ; If the accursed porter cause delay, Anon, without ado, come, come away. The temper's calmed, when hairs are turning gray. Which loved the brawl and wantoned in the fray, I would not have endured it at the date. When in hot youth, of Plancus' consulate. 352 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. LIBEE, III. CARMEN XVI. Inclusam Danaen turris aenea Robustaeque fores et vigilum canum Tristes excubiae munierant satisae Nocturnis ab adulteris Si non Acrisium virginis abditae Custodem pavidum Juppiter et Venus Risissent : fore enim tutum iter et patens Converse in pretium dec. Aurum per medios ire satellites Et perrumpere amat saxa potentius Ictu fulmineo : concidit auguris Argivi domus, ob lucrum THE SPIRIT AND THE MFSiE. 353 BOOK III. ODE XVI. Imprisoned Danae, brazen tower, Oak doors, and watch-dogs, sentry sour, Had been suflBcient to secure From every nightly paramour. Had not great Jove, and Goddess Love, Laughed at Acrisius from above, I Ghiarding with fear the hidden maid ; A broad safe road, they saw, was made— The God became the gold he paid. Gold through the midst of troops will go, And bursts through rocks with mightier blow Than thunderstroke. The Argive seer Perished with all that he held dear, Gain plunged him in that gulf of woe : The Macedonian hero, too, Cleft right in twain the walled town And brought his royal rivals down AA 354 TH|) SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Demersa exitio ; difiBdit urbium Portas vir Macedo et submit aemulos Reges mimeribuB ; munera navium Saevos inlaqueant duces. Crescentem sequitur cura pecuniam Majorumque fames. Jure perhorrui -Late conspicuum toUere verticem, Maecenas, equitum decus. Quanto quisque sibi plura negaverit Ab dis plura feret ; nil cupientium Nudus castra peto et transfuga divitum Partes linquere gestio, Contemptae domiuus splendidior rei Quam si quicquid arat impiger Apulus Occultare meis dicerer horreis, Magnas inter opes iuops. Purae rivus aquae silvaque jugerum Paucorum et segetis certa fides meae Eulgentem imperio fertilis Africae Fallit sorte beatior. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 355 -By secret gifts ; gifts often are To the fierce naval chief a snare. When money grows, soon will succeed ■Care, and for larger things a greed ; With reason I have had great dread •Of lifting up on high my head. To be conspicuous far and wide, Maecenas, of the knights the pride. The more each man himself deny, The more shall he bear from on high ; Naked I seek the camp of men Who are not covetous of gain, And, a deserter in the fight, The rich man's side leave with delight "With far more splendour do I shine. While a contemned estate is mine, Than were my barns said to contain All that immense amount of grain The brisk Apulians possess — 'Mid all my treasures treasureless. A brbok of water pure and good, Just a few acres too of wood, A tilth which will sure crops afford, .(Although -the bright Imperial lord aa2 356 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Quamquam nee Calabrae mella fenmt apes, Nee Laestrygonia Bacclius in amphora Langueseit mihi, nee pinguia Grallicis Creseunt veUera paseuis, Importuna tamen pauperies abest Nee, si plura velim, tu dare deneges. Contracto melius parva cupidine Vectigalia porrigam, Quam si Mygdoniis regnnm Alyattei Campis continuem. Multa petentibns DesTint multa : bene est, cui deus optulit Parca quod satis est manu. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 357 Of fertile Afrio know it not) Indeed is a far happier lot. I grant that no Calabrian bee Produces honeycombs for me, Nor yet in Lgestrygonian jar Bacchus grows mellow, nor afar In Gallic pasture-lands increase Fat sheep with their enormous fleece ; Yet incommodious poverty Keeps at a distance far from me, Nor, if I wished a larger store, Wouldst thou refuse to give me more. Better contract my wants, that so My little revenue may grow, Then if I Mygdon's plains obtained With those where Alyattes reigned. The men, who seek a mighty deal. Are sure a mighty want to feel ; 'Tis well to whom the God of Heaven With sparing hand enough hath given. 358 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. LIBER III. CARMEN XVIII Faune, Nympharmn fugientum amator^ Per meos finis et aprica rura Lenis incedas abeasque parvis ^quus alumnis. Si tener pleno cadit haedus anno, Larga nee desnnt Veneris sodali Vina craterae, vetus ara multo Fumat odore. Ludit herboso pecus omne campo, Cum tibi nonae redeunt Decembres Festus in pratis vacat otioso Cum bove pagus j THE SPIEIT AND I'HE MFSE. 359 BOOK III. ODE XVIII. Faunus, wooer of the Nymphs which flee, Propitious step thou through my boundary And sunny leas, and, ere thou dost away. Kind to my little eanlings be, I pray, If, at the year's close, a young kid is killed, And with large draughts of wine the bowl is filled, Comrade of Venus, and much sweet perfume The ancient altar smoking doth consume ; Plays all the flock upon the grassy plain. When thy December's Nones come round again ; Feasting in meadows, from their labour cease The villagers ; the ox, too, takes his ease. 360 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. Inter audaces lupus errat agnos ; Spargit agrestis tibi silva frondes : Gaudet invisam pepulisse fossor Ter pede terrain. THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. 361 Among the daring lambs the wolf doth stray, The forest scatters wild leaves in thy way, The ditcher-man rejoices in his mirth Thrice with his foot to beat the hated earth. 362 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. LIBER III. CARMEN XXIII. Caelo Bupinas si tuleris manus Nascente luna, rustica Phidyle, Si ture placaris et horna Fruge lares avidaque porca, Nee pestnentem sentiet Africum Fecunda vitis nee sterilem seges Rubiginem aut dulces alumni Pomifero grave tempus anno. Nam quae nivali pascitur Algido Devota quercus inter et ilices Aut crescit Albanis in herbis Victima, pontificum secures THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 36S BOOK III. ODE XXIII. If upward to the Heaven thy hands thou lift, When the moon rises, thou maid of thrift. If frankincense and this year's grain appease, Aye, and a greedy swine, the Images, Nor will the fruitful vine the pestilence, Wafted by Southern blast, experience. Nor corn the sterile rust, nor darling flock The apple-bearing season's deadly shock : For the devoted victim which is fed. Where snowy Algidus uplifts its head. Betwixt the oaks and ilex-trees, or thrives In Alban grasses, shall the Pontifis' knives 364 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Cervice tinguet : te nihil attinet Temptare multa caede bidentium Parvos coronantem marine Rore decs fragilique myrto. Immunis aram si tetigit manus, Non sumptuosa blandior liostia MoUivit aversos penates Farre pio et saliente mica. THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. 365 Dye with its neck. Naught doth it thee avail By shedding blood of many beasts to' assail Thy little Gods, if but with rosemary Thou crown them, and the fragile myrtle tree. If pure the hand upon the altar laid, No costly victim makes it more persuade. It soothes the averted Gods to turn again By mite of crackling salt and holy grain. 366 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. LIBER III. CARMEN XXIV. Intactis opulentior Thesauris Aratum et divitis Indiae Caementis licet occupes Terrenum omne tuis et mare publicum, Si figit adamantines Summis verticibus dira Necessitas Clavos, non animum metu, Non mortis laqueis expedies caput. Campestres melius Scythae, Quorum plaustra vagas rite trahunt domes, Vivunt et regidi Getae, Inmetata quibus iugera liberas Fruges et Cererem ferunt, Nee cultura placet longior annua, Defunctumque laboribus Aequali recreat sorte vicarius. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 367 BOOK in. ODE XXIV. Though wealthier than rich Ind you be, And the unpillaged treasuries of Araby, And though you make with quarried stone The universal earth and the high seas your own, If dire Necessity deep-strikes Upon your topmost roof her adamantine spikes. You will not free your soul from dread, Nor disentangle from the snares of death your head. Better the Scythians of the plains, Their wandering habitations duly drawn on wains ; Better the rigid Getse fare. For them unmeasured acres unrestricted bear Fruitage and corn for all to share. Nor like they tillage longer- lasting than a year; When one his turn of toil has done, A steadsman him relieves on like condition. 368 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. lUic matre carentibus Privignis mulier temperat innocens, Nee dotata regit virum Coniunx nee nitido fidit adultero. Dos est magna parentium Virtus et metuens alterius viri Certo foedere eastitas, Et peccare nefas aut pretium est mori, quisquis volet impias Caedes et rabiem tollere civicam, Si quaeret pater urbium Subscribi statuis, indomitam audeat Pefrenare licentiam, Olarus post genitis : quatenus, heu nefas, Virtutem ineolumem odimus, Sublatam, ex oeulis quaerimus invidi. Quid tristes querimoniae, Si non supplieio eulpa reciditur, Quid leges sine moribus Vanae proficiunt, si neque fervidis Pars inclusa caloribus Mundi nee boreae finitimum latus Durataeque solo nives Mercatorem abigunt, horrida callidi THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 369 Children bereft of mothers there — Stepmothers, innocent withal, towards them forbear ; 'No dowered consort lords it o'er Her husband, nor is trustful to gay paramour ; The highest dower's a parentage Of virtuousness, and chastity with steadfast gage Guarding against adulteries, And to transgress is sacrilege, and death the price. whosoe'er will take away Impious blood-shedding and the rage of civic fray, If as his country's Father he Shall seek to be engraven by the statuary. Let him ungoverned licence rein. Famed by men born hereafter, for alas ! profane ! While Yirtue lives, we hate it ; when 'Tis taken from our eyes, we seek it — envious men ! Of what avail is sad complaint. If wickedness is not cut back by punishment ? Of what avail are laws alone, Effectless without morals, if not even the zone. Compassed about with fervent heat. Nor that side of the world which borders Boreas' seat And frost-bound snows on every side Drive back the ttader ; if the Ocean's roughened tide BB 370 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Vincunt aequora navitae, Magnum pauperies obprotrium iubet Quidvis et facere et pati, Virtutisque viam deserit arduae ? Yel nos in Capitolium, Quo clamor vocat et turba faventium. Vel nos in mare proximum Gemmas et lapides, aurum et inutile, Summi materiem mali, Mittamus, scelerum si bene paenitet Eradenda cupidinis Pravi sunt elementa et tenerae nimis Mentes asperioribus Formandae studiis. Nescit equo rudis Haerere ingenuus puer Yenarique timet, ludere doctior, Seu Graeco iubeas trocho Seu mails vetita legibus alea, Cum periura patris fides Consortem socium fallat et hospites, Indignoque pecuniam Heredi properet. Scilicet improbae Crescunt divitiae : tamen Curtae nescio quid semper abest rei. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 371 The sailor masters cunningly, And poverty, a nlighty mighty infamy, Bids do and suffer anything, The steep and arduous path of virtue abandoning ? Or let us to the Capitol, "Whither with acclamation throngs of favourers call. Or let us to the nearest sea, There fling our useless gold and gems and jewelry — Material of extremest ill — If we repent of wickedness with right good will. Raze out we must with might and main The very elements of the crooked lust for gain, And the too softly fashioned mind Fashioned must be with studies of a rougher kind. The high-born boy, untrained to ride. Knows not to sit the horse, nor can the chase abide, "Well schooled to play, whether you advise The Grecian hoop, or — by the laws forbid — the dice : Aye, for his sire forswears his troth ; His partner, of his guild — his friend — he cheats them both ; And for his heir, a worthless youth, Hastes to make money. Well I wot, 'tis very sooth, Inordinate riches grow, but yet Something there's ever lacking which curtails the estate. BB 2 372 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. LIBER III. CARMEN XXIX. Tyrrhena regum progenies, tibi Non ante verso lene merum cado Cum flore, Maecenas, rosarum et Pressa tuis balanus capillis lamdudum apud me est. Eripe te morae, Nee semper udum Tiber et j^fulae Declive contempleris arvum et Telegoni juga parricidae. Fastidiosam desere copiam et Molem propinquam nubibus arduis ; Omitte mirari beatae Fumum et opes strepitumque Romae. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 373 BOOK III. ODE XXIX. Offspring of Tuscan kings, for thee There long ago has been with me An unbroached cask of mellow wine, "With bloom of roses fresh and fine. And balsam for those locks of thine : 'Then haste to tear thee from delay. Nor always Tibur's damp survey, ^fula's slope, and the hill-side Of Teleg'nus the parricide. Leave scornful plenty and the pile, Built to the lofty clouds, awhile ; Cease from admiring Rome's blest Store- Its smoke, its substance, and its roar. 374 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Plerumque gratae divitibus vices Mundaeque parvo sub lare pauperum Cenae sine aulaeis et ostro Sollicitam explicuere frontem. Jam clarus occultTim Andromedae pater Ostendit ignem, jam procyon furit Et Stella vesani leonis, Sole dies referente siccos ; Jam pastor um.bras cum grege languida RiYumque fessus quaerit et horridi T)umeta Silvani, caretque Ripa vagis tacituma ventis. Tu civitatem quis deceat status iCuras et urbi sollicitus times Quid Seres et regnata Cyro Bactra parent Tanaisque discors. Prudens futuri temporis exitum Caliginosa nocte premit deus, Ridetque si mortalis ultra Fas trepidat. Quod adest memento- THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 375 Most times the rich like change of lot, And clean repasts 'neath poor man's cot, Arras apart and purple glow, Are wont to smooth the anxious brow. Already bright Andromed's sire Shows to the front his ,hidden fire ; Haves Leo's star, and Procyon burns, The Sun with days of drought returns ; The weary swain with languid sheep Seeks shady brook and thickets deep Of rough Silvanus ; far away Prom the still bank the breezes stray. Thy care— what suits the country best. And for the city thou'rt distrest. On what the Seres are intent. What Bactra, Cyrus' government. And Tanais with discord rent. Wisely the event of time to come God buries in a murky gloom. And smiles if mortal man doth fear 376 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Componere aequus : cetera fluminis Ritu feruntur, nunc medio alveo Cum pace delabentis Etruscum In mare, nunc lapides adesos Stirpesque raptas et pecus et domes Volventis una, non sine montium Clamore vicinaeque silvae, Cum fera diluvies quietos Inritat amnes. Hie potens sui Laetusque deget, cui licet in diem Dixisse ' Vixi ; eras vel atra N ube polum pater occupato Vel sole puro ; non tamen irritum Quodcumque retro est efficiet, neque Diffinget infectumque reddet Quod fugiens semel hora vexit.' Fortuna saevo laeta negotio et Ludum insolentem ludere pertinax Transmutat incertos honores, Nunc mihi, nunc alii benigna. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 377 Beyond what's right. Mind, what is near Adjust with calmness ; aU besides Is borne stream-fashion ; now it glides With peaceful channel to the sea, Now rolls along impetuously Huge boulders eaten from the rocks. Trunks hurried headlong, homesteads, flocks, The mountains sound and neighb'ring wood. When quiet rivers the wild flood Infuriates. That man self shall sway And joyful dwell, who can each day Say, ' I have lived ; or with black cloud To-morrow's sky the Sire shall shroud, Or else; — clear sunshine ; yet not vain That which is past, nor forged again Nor yet unmade a single thing Time once hath wafted on his wing.' Rejoicing in her cruel trade, Strange freak plays Fortune, stubborn jade ! Shifts fickle honours to and fro, JTow kind to me, to others now : I praise her while she stays, but, if She takes swift wing, resign her gift,- 378 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Laudo manentem : si celeres quatit Pinnae, resigno quae dedit et mea Virtute me involvo probamque Pauperiem sine dote quaero. Non est meum, si mugiat Africis Malus procellis, ad miseras preces Decurrere et votis pacisci Ne Gypriae Tyriaeque merces Addant avaro divitias mari. Turn me biremis praesidio scaphae Tutum per ^gaeos tumultus Aura feret geminusque Pollux. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 379- I wrap my virtue round my breast, And go of Poverty in quest, Honest although not fortune-blest. 'Tis not my humour, if my mast Groans with the furious Southern blast, To have recourse to woeful prayers And vow and bargain, lest the wares. Which Cyprus sends or Tyre for me, Add riches to the hungry sea ; Then, oars and skiff protecting me, Twin Pollux and the favouring breeze Shall bear me safe through troubled seas. 380 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. LIBER III. CARMEN XXX. Exegi monumentum aere perennius Regalique situ pyramidum altius, Quod non imber edax, non aquilo impotens Possit diruere aut innumerabilis " Annorum series at fuga temporum. Non omnis moriar, multaque pars mei Vitabit Libitinam : usque ego postera Crescam laude recens, dum Capitolium Scandet cum tacita virgine pontifex. Dicar, qua violens obstrepit Aufidus Elt qua pauper aquse Daunus agrestium Regnavit populorum, ex humili potens Princeps Aeolium carmen ad Italos Deduxisse modos. Sume superbiam Quaesitam meritis et mihi Delphica Lauro cinge volens, Melpomene, comam. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 381 BOOK III. ODE XXX. I have reared a monument more durable than brass, In height the regal pile of pyramids to surpass, Which nor corroding rain, nor wind's ungoverned might. Nor years innumerable, nor seasons in their flight Have power to wear away. I shall not wholly die, A goodly part of me shall 'scape mortality ; Still ever fresh my praise shall grow in after time. So long as Priest with Virgin mute Rome's hill shall climb. They'll tell, where Aufidus impetuous rolls along, And where king Daunus, scant of water, ruled among A rustic people, how, from low grown powerful, I First set .^olian verse to' Italian miustrelsy. Assume, Melpomene, the pride by merit thine. And fain engird with Delphian bay this head of mine. 382 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. LIBER IV. CARMEN V. Divis orte bonis, optime Romulae Custos gentis, abes iam nimium diu : Maturum reditum poUicitus patriim Sancto concilio, redi. Lucem redde tuae, dux bone, patriae : Instar veris enim vultus ubi tuus Adfulsit populo, gratior it dies Et soles melius nitent. Ut mater iuvenem, quem notus invido Flatu Carpathii trans maris aequora Cunctantem spa,tio longius annuo Dulci distinet a dome, THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 383 BOOK IV. ODE V. Offspring of kindly Gods, best guard of Rome And all Rome's race, too long thou art away ; As thou didst promise thou would'st quickly come Back to thy sacred Council, come, we pray. Light to thy country, blest chief, restore ; Eor, like the spring, soon as thy face hath shone Upon the people, gladsomer the hour. And fairer is the shining of the sun. As yearns a mother for her son, who far Across the plains of the Carpathian seas Tarries beyond the cycle of a year, Kept from sweet home by the South's envious breeze ; 384 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Votis ominibusque et precibus vocat, Curvo nee faciem litore dimovet : Sie desideriis icta fidelibus Quaerit patria Caesarem. Tutus bos etenim rura perambulat, Kutrit rura Ceres almaque Faustitas, Pacatum volitant per mare navitae, Oulpari metuit fides, NuUis poUuitur casta domus stupris, Mos et lex maculosum edomuit nefas, Laudantur simili prole puerperae, Culpam poena premit comes. Quis Partbum paveat, quis gelidum Scythen, Quis, Germania quos horrida parturit Fetus, incolumi Oaesare ? quis ferae Bellum curet.Hiberiae ? Condit quisque diem coUibus in suis, Et vitem viduas ducit ad arbores ; Hinc ad vina redit laetus et alteris Te mensis adhibet deum ; THE SPIRIT AiND THE MUSE. 385 With vows, with sighs,.with prayersshe calls on high, Nor from the winding shore her face she turns ; So, smit with longings of true loyalty, For CsBsar's coining back his. country yearns. For safe the oxen wander o'er the lea ; Oeres the country nurtures, Plenty cheers ; The mariners flit across the peaceful sea; Good Faith the very soimd of censure fears. "Chaste homes are not befouled by deeds of shame, Custom and law have leprous sin subdued ; The child's resemblance speaks the mother's fame, And guilt by punishment is close pursued. Who would the Parthian fear, or Scythian frore, Or Germany teeming with her savage brood ? Or who would care for the fierce Spaniard's war, So long as Csesar nought betides but good ? Each lingers on his hills till evening's close. And trains the vine-shoot to the widowed tree ; Then joyful homeward to his cups he goes, And in due course toasts thy divinity. cc 386 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Te multa prece, te prosequitur mero Defuso pateris, et laribus tuum Miscet numen, uti Graecia Castoris Et magni memor Herculis. ' Longas utinam, dux bone, ferias Praestes Hesperiae ' dicimus integro Sicci mane die, dicimus uvidi. Cum sol Oceano subest. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 387 To thee much prayer, to thee much wine he pours From brimming bowl, and with the House-deitiea Thy powerful name he blends, as Greece adores Her Castor and her mighty Hercules. Heaven grant, blest chief, thou vouch long holiday Safe to Hesperia ; this we say at dawn. When sober ; this, swimming with wine, we say, What time the Sun to his Ocean-bed is gone. cc2 388 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. LIBER IV. CAEMEN VII. Diffugere nives, redeunt jam gramina campis Arboribusque comae ; ' Mutat terra vices, et decrescentia ripas Flumina praetereunt ; Gratia cum Nymphis geminisque sororibus audet Ducere nuda chores. Immortalia ne speres, monet annus et almum Quae rapit hora diem. Erigora mitescunt Zephyris, ver proterit aestas Interitura, simul Pomifer autumnus fruges effuderit, et mox Bruma recurrit iners. Damna tamen celeres reparant caelestia lunae ; Nos ubi decidimus THE SPIRIT AEB iTHE MU-SE. 389 BOOK lY. ODE Til. The snows have fled away ; now grass comes to the plain, And to the trees their leaves again ; Earth alternates her changes, and subsiding low Along their banks the rivers flow ; The Grace, joined with the Nymphs, and her twin sisters dare To lead the choral dances bare : " Hope not for things immortal " — seems the year to say, And the hour which speeds the genial day ; Cold softens with the Zephyrs, Summer treads on Spring, To pass away, when Autumn bring His apples and the fruits he pours profusely ; then Dull "Winter soon runs round again ; Tet losses in the Heavens quickly the moons repair, We, when we sink to that place, where 390 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Quo pater ^neas, quo TuUus dives et Ancus, Pulvis et umbra sumus. Quis scit an adiciant hodiernae crastina summae Tempora di superi ? Ouncta manus avidas fugient heredis, amico Quae dederis aniino. Cum semel occideris et de te splendida Minos Fecerit arbitria, Non, Torquate, genus, non te facundia, non te Restituet pietas. Infernis neque enim tenebris Diana pudicum Liberat Hippolytum, Nee Lethaea valet Theseus abrumpere caro Yincula Pjrithoo. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 391 The good ^neas, Ancus, and rich TuUus be, 'No more than dust and shade are we ! Who knows if Heaven will to the sum of this day give To-morrow's hours to thee to live ? All will escape the greedy fingers of a grasping heir Thou hast given to thine own soul dear : When once thou'rt dead, and Minos hath pronounced on thee Judgment in all its majesty, If ot thy descent, nor eloquence, Torquatus, nor Thy piety shall thee restore : For even Dian frees not chaste Hippolytus From gloom of nether Tartarus, Not yet is Theseus able Lethe's chains to tear From off Pirithous, though dear. 392 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. LIBER IV. CARMEN VIII. Donarem pateras grataque commodus, Censorine, meis aera sodalibus, Donarem tripodas, praemia fortium Graiorum, neque tu pessima munenim Ferres, divite me scilicet artium Quas aut Parrhasius protulit aut Scopas, Hie saxo, liquidis ille coloribus Sellers nunc hominem ponere, nunc deum. Sed non haec mihi vis, nee tibi talium Res est aut animus deliciarum egens. Gaudes carminibus ; carmina possumus Donare et pretium dicere muneri. Non incisa notis marmora publicis, Per quae spiritus et vita redit bonis TfiE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. ^ga BOOK IV. ODE VIII. Gifts of goblets and bronzes I fain would bestow With liberal hand on the friends whom I know — Gifts of tripods, the prizes in Greece of the brave — Nor should'st thou, Censorinus, the worst present have,. If forsooth I were rich in the arts first made known By Parrhasius and Scopas, who this one in stone, By soft colours that one, with wonderful merit. Now fashioned a man, and now the great Spirit. But this power I have not ; nor do thy affairs Nor thy spirit require such delicate wares ; Thou delightest in song, and song we have power To bestow, and the value to fix of the dower : Not marbles engraved with inscriptions of State, Which restore life and breath to good captains and great 394 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Post mortem ducibus, non celeres fugae, Rejectaeque retrorsum Hannibalis minae, Non incendia Carthaginis impiae Ejus, qui domita nomen ab Africa Lucratus rediit, clarius indicant Laudes quam Calabrae Pierides : neque, Si chartae sileant quod bene feceris, Mercedem tuleris. Quid foret Iliae Mavortisque puer, si taciturnitas Obstaret meritis invida Romuli ? Breptum Stygiis fluctibus ^acum Virtus et favor et lingua potentium Vatum divitibus consecrat insulis. Dignum laude virum Musa vetat mori, Caelo Musa beat. Sic Jovis interest Optatis epulis impiger Hercules, Clarum Tyndaridae sidus ab infimis Quassas eripiimt aequoribus rates, Ornatus viridi tempora pampino Liber vota bonos ducit ad exitus. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 395 When death overtakes them, nor yet the swift flight, When Hannibal's threats were flung back on the wight, Not impious Carthage, lit up in a blaze. Point out with more clearness his glorious praise, Who from Africa conquered obtained him a name, Than the Muse of the man of Calabrian fame. If parchments were silent of deeds bravely done, No meed wouldst thou bear. Where had been the son Of Ilia and Mavors, had silence withstood With its envy the King whose deserts were so good ? Was -Slacus snatched from the Stygian wave ? 'Tis the virtue, the favour, the tongue strong to save, Of bards which enshrine in the isles of the blest ; 'Tis the Muses forbid him to die like the rest. Who is worthy of praise ; 'tis the Muses bestow A blessing in Heaven ; brave Hercules so Hath a placfe at Jove's feast which he yearned for below ; It is so that the bright star, the Tyndaridae, The shattered bark rescues from depths of the sea ; It is so, the green vine-leaf adorning his brow, That Liber conducts to, good issues the vow. 396 THE -SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. LIBER IV. CARMEN XV. Phoebus volentem proelia me loqui, Victas et urbes, increpuit lyra, Ne parva Tyrrhenum per aequor Vela darem. Tua, Caesar, aetas Fruges et agris rettulit uberes, Et signa nostro restituit lovi Derepta Parthorum superbis Postibus, et vacuum duellis lanum Quirini clausit et ordinem Rectum evaganti frena licentiae Inificit emovitque culpas Et veteres revocavit artes, THE SPIRIT A>ND THE MTJSE. 397 BOOK IT. ODE XV. When I was listful to indite The conquered city and the fight, Phoebus with lyre forbade me sweep With tiny sail the Tuscan deep. Csesar, thy age hath made the field Its fruits with fresh exuberance yield; Torn from the Parthian's haughty door Our standards given to Jove once more ; Made wars to cease ; shut Janus ; reined Licence beyond the rule ordained Wandering at large; ejected crime; Recalled the arts of olden time, 398 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Per quas Latinum nomen et Italae Crevere vires, famaque et imperi Porrecta maiestas ad ortus Solis ab Hesperio cubili. Custode rerum Caesare non furor Civilis aut vis eximet otium, Non ira, quae procudit enses Et miseras inimicat urbes. Non qui profundum Danuvium bibunt Edicta rumpent lulia, non Getae, Non Seres infidive Persae, Non Tanain prope flumen orti. Nosque et profestis lucibus et sacris Inter iocosi munera Liberi, Cum prole matronisque nostris Rite deos prius adprecati, Virtute functos more patrum duces Lydis remixto' carmine tibiis Troiamque et Anchisen et almae Progeniem Yeneris canemus. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 399 By which grew up the Latin name, And Italy's prowess and her fame, And Rome's majestic empire spread Tb sun-rise from his Western bed. While Caesar doth the State protect, Nor civic rage shall peace eject, Nor force, nor wrath, the sword which whets And hapless towns at variance sets : Not they who Danube's deep partake Shall dare the Julian edicts break ; Not Seres, Gete, false Perse, nor those Who take their rise where Tanais flows. On workdays, aye, and feastdays, we, Mid merry Liber's bounties free, With wives and children, in due wise Invoking first the Deities, Will, like our sires,- to Lydian airs Sing valorous chiefs of bygone years. And Troy, and old Anchises' praise, And all of kindly Yenus' race. , 400 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. EPODON LIBER. CAEMEN I. Ibis Liburnis inter alta navium, Amice, propugnacula, Paratus omne CaesariS periculum Subire, Maecenas, tuo. Quid nos ? quibus te vita si superstite Jucunda, si contra, gravis. Utrumne jussi persequemur otium, Non dulce, ni tecum simul. An hunc laborem mente laturi, decet Qua ferre non moUes viros ? Feremus et te vel per Alpium juga Inhospitalem et Oaucasum, Tel occidentis usque ad ultimum sinum Forti sequemur pectore. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 401 EPODE I. In light Libumian galleys thou, my friend, shalt go 'Mid the tall vessels armed from stern to prow. Ready, whatever danger Caesar shall confront, With danger to thyself to bear the brunt : How is 't with us ? to whom, if life to thee remain. Life is a pleasure, otherwise a pain : Shall we, as bidden, still pursue a tranquil ease, "Which charms not, save with thee to make it please ? Or shall we bear this trial, minded as 'tis right That men who're not effeminate should fight ? Bear it we will — and either 'cross the Alpine peak. And Caucasus inhospitably bleak. Or even to the utmost coast-bend of the West, Thee we will follow with courageous breast : DD 402 THE SPIRIT AISTD THE MUSE. Roges, tuum labore quid juvem meo Inbellis ac firmus parum : Comes minore sum futurus in metu, Qui maior absentia habet ; Ut assidens inplumibus pullis avis Serpentiam allapsus timet Magis relictis, non, ut adsit, auxili Latura plus praesentibus. Libenter hoc at omne militabitur Bellum in tuae spe'm gratiae, If on ut juvencis illigata pluribus Aratra nitantur mea, Pecusve Calabris ante sidus fervidum Lucana rautet pascuis, Ifeque ut superni villa candens Tusculi Circaea tangat moenia. Satis superque me benignitas tua Ditavit : haut paravero Quod aut avarus ut Ohremes terra premam, Discinctus aut perdam nepos. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 403 Dost ask how thy exertion I by mine can back, When I'm unwarlike, aye, and firmness lack ? In thy companionship, in less fear I shall be Which sways the absent more imperiously, Just as a bird that sits beside her unfledged brood, When they are left, feels more disquietude For serpents gliding towards them, though, if she were near. She would not in their presence more help bear : Oladly we'll serve in this, and every war's campaign. Hoping thereby thy favour to obtain; 1^'ot that, more numerous heifers to the traces bound. My ploughs may thrust them through and through the ground : -Nor that my flock may leave, when the hot star's at hand, Calabria for Lucanian pasture-land ; Nor that a glist'ning villa may adjoin the town, Built on a hill, which Circe's ramparts crown : Enough, yea, too much has thy bounty in the past Enriched me ; I'd not have a store amassed To hide, like avaricious Ghremes, in a pit. Or, like a spendthrift child, waste every bit. dd2 404 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE, EPODON LIBER. CARMEN II. Beatus ille qui procul negotiis, Ut prisca gens mortalium, Paterna rura bobus exercet suis Solutus omni fenore, Neque excitatur classico miles truci Neque horret iratum mare, Forumque vitat et superba civium Potentiorum limina. Ergo aut adulta vitium propagine Altas maritat populos, Aut in reducta valle mugientium Prospectat errantes greges, Inutilisque falce ramos amputans Feliciores inserit, THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 405 EPODE II. ^ Happy the man, who from all business far away, Like mortals born in ancient day. Upturns his fathers' broadlands with his own good steers. Freed wholly from usurious fears. And is not roused by the fierce trumpet's call to war, Nor dreads the angry ocean's roar, And shuns the forum, and the proud and haughty door Of citizens of too great power : Therefore the adult layer of the vine-trees he Marries to some tall poplar tree. Or views, in some secluded valley bellowing, His herds of oxen wandering. And, lopping unproductive branches with his knife. Grafts others in more rich with life. 406 THE SPIEIT AND THE MUSE. Aut pressa puris mella condit amphoris Aut tondet infirmas oves : Vel cum decorum mitibus pom is caput Autumnus agris extulit, Ut gaudet insitiva decerpens pira, Certantem et uvam purpurae, Qua muneretur te, Priape, et te, pater Silvaue, tutor finium. Libet jacere mode sub antiqua ilice, Modo in tenaci gramine. Labuntur altis interim ripis aquae, Queruntur in silvis aves, Fontesque lymphis obstrepunt manantibus^ Somnos quod invitet leves. At cum tonantis annus hibernus Jovis Imbres nivesque comparat, Aut trudit acris hinc et hinc multa cane Apros in obstantis plagas, Aut amite levi rara tendit retia, Turdis edacibus dolos, Pavidumque leporem et advenam laqueo gruent Jucunda captat praemia ; Quis non m alarum, quas amor curas habet, Haec inter obliviscitur ? THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 407 Or pressing honey stows it in pure jars to keep, Or shears his flock of feeble sheep : Or soon as Autumn, decked with those ripe fruits he yields. Uplifts his head throughout the fields. How glad is he, while picking oifthe ingrafted pear. And grapes, with purple to compare, A gift for thee, Priapus, and for thee. Silvan, Of boundaries the guardian. Him listeth now to lie beneath some old oak tree, Now on the matted grass to be : Glide on the waterbrooks meanwhile, the banks are high, Birds warble in the shrubbery, And fountains sound an echo to the trickling stream. Inviting slumber's airy dream. But when in Winter-time Jove thunders in the air The rains and snow-storms to prepare. He drives fierce boars from here and there with many a hound Into the toils which stop their bound, Or, with smooth pole outstretching wide the fine- wrought nets. For greedy fieldfares snares he sets, And hunts the timorous hare, and traps the foreign crane, Delightful quarries these to gain ! Who does not ""mid such scenes forget the cursed cares Which amorous courtship with it bears ? 408 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Quodsi pudica mulier in partem juvet Domum atque dulcis liberos, Sabina qualis aut perusta solibus Pernicis uxor Apuli, Sacrum, vetustis extruat lignis focum Lassi 8ub adventum viri, Claudensque textis cratibus laetum pecus Distenta siccet ubera, Et homa dulci Tina promens dolio Dapes inemptas apparet ; Non me Lucrina juverint conchylia Magisve rhombus aut scari, Siquos Eois intonata fluctibus Hiemps ad hoc vertat mare ; Non Afra avis descendat in ventrem meum, Non attagen lonicus Jucundior quam lecta de pinguissimis Oliva ramis arborum, Aut herba lapathi prata amantis et gravi Malvae salubres corpori, Vel agna festis caesa terminalibus Vel haedus ereptus lupo. Has inter epulas ut juvat pastas oves Videre properantes domum, THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 409 But if a modest housewife helps' to take her share Both with the house and children dear — Just like the Sabine's spouse, or, burnt with blazing sun, She of the quick Apulian — Piles high upon the sacred hearth old logs to cheer Her tired husband coming near, And, shutting up the joyful flock in wattled pens. Their milk-distended udders drains, And, drawing vintage of the year from luscious jar, An unbought banquet doth prepare. Then / should not the oysters from the Lucrine bar, JSTor turbot more enjoy, nor scar. If any, when on Eastern waves the thunder roars, Turn frpm the storm to these our shores, Nor would the guinea-fowl enter my belly, nor The heathcock of Ionian moory "With sweeter relish, than the olive picked for me From richest branches of the tree, Or sorrel loving meadows, mallows, too, which heal The body burthened with its meal. Aye, or a lamb slain on the Bound'ries' festive morn. Or kid which from a wolf was torn : Mid these repasts what joy to see sheep, plump and fed. All hurrying homeward to their shed ! 410 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Videre fessos vomerem inversum boves Collo trahentes languido, Positosque vernas, ditis examen donius^ Circum renidentes lares.' Haec ubi locutus fenerator Alfius, Jam jam futurus rusticus, Omnem redegit Idibus pecuniani, Quaerit Kalendis ponere. THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 411 To see the weary oxen drag tie inverted plough, Their necks with languor drooping low ! And at their posts the slaves, the rich man's household-bees,. Around the glitt'ring Images !' "When thus had spoken Alfius, the millionaire, Resolved a farm should be his care. He called in all his money on the Ides, and, when The Calends came — invests again. 412 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE.. EPODON LIBEE. CARMEN IV Lupis et agnis quanta sortito optigit, Tecum mihi discordia est, Hibericis peruste funibus latus Et crura dura compede. Licet superbus ambules pecunia, Fortuna non mutat genus. Videsne, sacram metiente te viam Cum bis trium ulnarum toga, Ut ora vertat hue et hue euntium Liberrima indignatio ? ^ Sectus flagellis hie triumviralibus Praeeonis ad fastidium Arat Falerni mille fundi iugera Et Appiam mannis terit THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 413 EPODE IV. Not wolf and lamb more disagree By law of kind, than I with thee : Thy side with Spanish ropes is scarred, Thy ancles with the fetter hard ; Though proud of purse along you pace, Your fortune changes not your race. See, as you sweep adown the street With toga reaching to your feet, Men turn their faces as they go. And freely indignation show : ' This fellow the sheriffs had flogged to death, ' Had not the beadle lost his breath, 'A thousand acres farms ' — they say — ' His nags, they tramp the Appian way ; 414 THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. Sedilibusque magnus in primis eques Othone contempto sedet. Quid attinet tot ora navium gravi Rostrata duci pondere Contra latrones atque servilem manum, Hoc, hoc tribuno militum ?' THE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. 415 * And in the foremost rows a knight ' He sits, great man ! in Otho's spite ! ^ What boots it launching ships of war * Of heavy tonnage by the score "* 'Gainst slaves and pirates, when withal * A knave like this we tribune call.' 416 'mE SPIRIT AND THE MUSE. THE END. Lo ! this book has come to an end, So must you and 1, my friend ; If, when comes our judgment-day. All our good our bad outweigh, Not unjustly we shall deem In our favour tells the beam ; Estim&te this volume so, Praise, not censure, you'll bestow. INDEX OF PAET I. FinSI LINE. ■ Ah ! how could it be so Ah ! wherefore will not men take heed Alas ! the lost, the dear , A httle breath of wind, you know All who love us, all we love Another year has past A preacher to the people spake Arm, Christians, arm . . Ask we the cause so few . . As many as the stars which in the Heavens are A spotless Lamb by God's command As walking through a wood one sees . . As when upon seas Before the Lord called Philpotts to his rest . Blow, wind ; beat, rain Bright green, and then a darker hue . . Cast, my soul, aside Come let us to the mountain flee Fountain of Life whose stricken side From the dead carcase of a forest beast God save the Prince of Wales Hail ! second Eeformation, come at last Hail, Spirit, last from earth Hard was his path in life Head of France, thou didst not well He spake his Boyal word PAGE 247 125 14 224 113 38 184 21 65 88 7 166 195 239 78 168 95 193 141 236 214 228 11 234 223 212 418 INDEX, PIEBT LINE. PAOE. High blows the wind and strong the gale . . . . 24 How full of comfort is this word 174 If God doth give thee peace 123 In days of trial and distress . . . . . . . . 72 In the dark Night, when all is stiU 48 It was not those who pressed . . . . . . . . 99 Jesus for ages long concealed 67 Let not the rude unhallowed sound 18 Like to some hidden mine . . . . . . . . . . 112 Life let us cherish 241 Lilies with your golden hue . . . . . . . . 145 Lo ! another day has ended 43 Long since has the Orient Sun . . . . . . . . 41 Lord, pardon me before I die . . . . . . . . 59 Lo ! this book has come to an end . . , . . . 416 Men, brothers bold 26 Methought it was the great dread day . . . . . . 202 'Mid all the bustle of this life 91 Mother with thy precious load . . . . . . . . 9 Mourner, weep, to shed the tear 19 Mourn not the saints whose souls have fled . . . . 131 My years are gone, my days are past 200 Naked as when we left our mother's womb . . . . 161 Nature's great book Hes open wide 187 Not St. Govor, but the Lord 151 Oftimes has the Christian soldier 121 God, we are so weak 98 Lord, I pray thee to efface 36 INDEX. 419 FIRST LINE. PAGE. sinner, thou the path of life hast trod 85 take him away, take him away ; 34 Pull hard, my boys, pull hard . . . . ' . . . . 221 Eejoioe, ye nuptial twain . . . . . . . . 3 Eepine not at sufferings, we need them to prove . . 127 Eestless the waves of human passions swell.. .. 47 Say, Colet, say, for whom has rung . . . . . . 230 Seest thou yon engine ? Had it not a vent . . . . 237 Shifted by every wind that blows 84 Spend life away . . . . 172 Sun that on this world dosj; shine . . . . . . 147 The armies of the Heavenly host . . . . . . 61 The Baptist's voice whose mighty cry . . . . . . 53 The Fury waves her brand of war . . . . . . 222 The Heavenly rest 117 The highest wisdom this world hath to give . . . . 89 The leaves that are falling . . . . . . . . . . 169 The Lord has risen, has risen, to-day . . , . o 63 The Lord once said that when we see 191 The Lord who made the worlds above . . . . 115 The mercy of the Lord as far exceeds . . . . . . 30 TJie music of the heavenly spheres 1 These outward things, how much they show . . . . 162 The Sun is sinking in the West 46 The sin so small 139 That voice of power and love 101 The weapons of the warfare of the Lord . . . . . . 185 The wind it came down with a gusty sweep . . . . 82 Think not, man who dost this book review . . . . xvii. Thin not that babe so weak and small . . . . 55 420 Index. FIRST LINE. Think not these earthly temples are Think we that man shall lose his meed Those evil humours which oft lurk within Those, only those, are truly blest Thou wicked weed 'Tis said that in the Southern sky To some wild desert glen . . To the great Cathedral dome . . Tree that hast weathered many a blast . . Trust God, pray oft, be ware of sin, and be Upon old Galilee's shore . . Unfruitful though I be Virgin daughter who art led We give thee thanks, Lord We have travelled on so long together Whate'er thou dost, do well What hast thou here What holy secret, Lord, is this What is beauty, what is birth . . What is the Fatherland What news is there to-day, said one to me When Cain had spilt his brother's blood. . When Christ was born and laid When God of old did place in Eden fair . . When God ordained that men. . When in the wilderness When Jesus came and dwelt on earth of old When on the holy Jesus fell While wandering on my path alone . . While yet on earth Whoso has lived to threescore years and ten PAOii. 129 110 86 .71 164 143 119 216 135 239 180 163 32 182 93 108 50 218 153 288 104 S? 133 175 80 178 76 155 74 283 Index, . 421 IriKBT LINB. * PAOB. Who that has watched the billows roll 28 Who would not rather forjiis lot . . . . . . 105 Worthy to hve and reign . . . . 69 Ye clouds of rain 1*9 Ye devilish crew . . . . . . . . . • • • 226 INDEX OF PABT II. , FIKST LINE. PAGE. A friend. of the Muses, all sadness and fear . . . . 285 Alas ! how swiftly glide the years away . . . . 329 A sparing and unfrequent devetee 299 Cffisar, people, who was said but now . . . . 349 Gifts of goblets and bronzes I fain would bestow . . 393 Happy the man who from all business far away . . 405 Hirpinus Quintius, seek no more . , .. .. .. 319 If upward to the Heaven thy hands thou lift . . 363 I have reared a monument more durable than brass . . 381 Imprisoned Danae brazen tower . . . . . . 353 In light Libumian galleys thou, my^friend, shalt go . . 401 Let not to love a handmaid be .. 311 Maecenas sprung from line of ancient kings . . . . 253 No ivory nor golden gleam 339 No tree should'st thou plant, Varus, sooner than the sacred vines -. .. .. .. .. 273 Not wolf and lamb more disagree . . .. .. .. 413 Nought is the glitter of the silver ore 303 Faunus, wooer of the Nymphs that flee . . . . 359 Offspring of kindly Gods, best guard of Eome . . . . 383 Offspring of Tuscan kings, for thee ; 373 ship, fresh-rising billows will bear thee back again .. 263 Peace asks the man from Heaven in prayer. . . . 333 INDEX. 423 riKBT LINE. PAGE. Eemember in the days of ill . . ^ 307 Seest thou upon Soraote's height 257 The rabble with their lip profane 343 The snows have fled away, now grass comes to the plain 389 The pure of life and clean from sin 277 They bid me sing— If 'neath the shade . . . . 295 Though wealthier than rich lud you be 367 Thou shoulds't not seek, 'tis sin to know, what end to thee, what end to me 261 Thou who the sea, and earth, and the unnumbered sand 287 UnhaJlowed was the day when he 323 What bound to sorrow or restraint should be . . . . ^81 What, looius ! Araby the blest 291 What time the Shepherd-chieftain drew Helen 'cross the sea 267 When I was listful to indite . . . . . . . . 397 Tour rule of life, Licinius, be 315 LONDON : JAMES WAKEHAM AND SON, EEINTEKS, 4, BEDFORD TERRACE, KENSINGTON. +■