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110 CHRIST'S AGONY IN THE GARDEN.
It pass'd not-though the stormy wave
But there was sent Him from on high
And was His mortal hour beset
With anguish and dismay?
-How may we meet our conflict yet,
In the dark, narrow way?
How, but through Him, that path who trod?
"And there appeared an angel unto him from heaven, strengthening him."
St. Luke, xxii. 43.
THOU art no lingerer in monarch's hall,
A bearer of hope unto land and sea-
Thou art walking the billows, and Ocean smilesThou hast touch'd with glory his thousand islesThou hast lit up the ships, and the feathery foam, And gladden'd the sailor, like words from home.
To the solemn depths of the forest-shades,
I look'd on the mountains-a vapor lay
I look'd on the peasant's lowly cot-
To the earth's wild places a guest thou art,
Thou tak'st through the dim church-aisle thy way, And its pillars from twilight flash forth to day, And its high pale tombs, with their trophies old, Are bath'd in a flood as of burning gold.
And thou turnest not from the humblest grave, Where a flower to the sighing winds may wave; Thou scatterest its gloom like the dreams of rest, Thou sleepest in love on its grassy breast.
Sunbeam of summer, oh! what is like thee?
-One thing is like thee, to mortals given,-
THE TRAVELLER AT THE SOURCE OF
IN sunset's light o'er Afric thrown,
Of Egypt's awful flood;
The cradle of that mighty birth,
So long a hidden thing to earth.
He heard its life's first murmuring sound,
A music sought, but never found
By kings and warriors gone;
The rapture of a conqueror's mood
The depths of that green solitude
Its torrents could not tame, Though stillness lay, with eve's last smile, Round those calm fountains of the Nile.
Night came with stars :-across his soul
There swept a sudden change, Ev'n at the pilgrim's glorious goal,
A shadow dark and strange, Breath'd from the thought, so swift to fall O'er triumph's hour-And is this all?
No more than this!-what seem'd it now
They call'd him back to many a glade,
They call'd him, with their sounding waves, Back to his fathers' hills and graves.