Thou has taught me, Silent River! Many a lesson, deep and long; Thou hast been a generous giver ; I can give thee but a song. Oft in sadness and in illness, I have watched thy current glide, Till the beauty of its stillness Overflowed me, like a tide. And in better hours and brighter, I have felt my heart beat lighter, Not for this alone I love thee, Nor because, thy waves of blue From celestial seas above thee Take their own celestial hue. Where yon shadowy woodlands hide thee, And thy waters disappear, Friends I love have dwelt beside thee, And have made thy margin dear. Of three friends, all true and tried ; And that name, like magic, binds me Closer, closer to thy side. Friends my soul with joy remembers ! On the hearth-stone of my heart! 'T is for this, thou Silent River! That my spirit leans to thee; Thou hast been a generous giver, Take this idle song from me. 118 BLIND BARTIMEUS. BLIND Bartimeus at the gates Of Jericho in darkness waits; He hears the crowd;- he hears a breath Say, "It is Christ of Nazareth !” And calls, in tones of agony, ̓Ιησοῦ, ἐλέησόν με! The thronging multitudes increase; But still, above the noisy crowd, Until they say, "He calleth thee!" Θάρσει, ἔγειραι, φωνεῖ σε! Then saith the Christ, as silent stands The crowd, "What wilt thou at my hands?" And he replies, “O give me light! Rabbi, restore the blind man's sight!" And Jesus answers, "Tлaуɛ• Η πίστις σου σέσωκέ σε ! Ye that have eyes, yet cannot see, In darkness and in misery, Recall those mighty Voices Three, ̓Ιησοῦ, ἐλέησόν με ! Θάρσει, ἔγειραι, ὕπαγε! Η πίστις σου σέσωκέ σε ! 120 THE GOBLET OF LIFE. FILLED is Life's goblet to the brim ; With solemn voice and slow. No purple flowers, no garlands green, |