Or, from long stress of real injuries, fly In bursts of outrage spread your judgments wide, By Flatterers carried, mount into a dream To stop your Leaders in their headstrong course! To hope, and makes truth willing to be seen! Whom, then, shall meekness guard? What saving skill But turn, my Soul, and from the sleeping pair XXXVI. If this great world of joy and pain If freedom, set, will rise again, The heart with each day's care; 1833. 1833. XXXVII. THE LABOURER'S NOON-DAY HYMN. [BISHOP KEN'S Morning and Evening Hymns are, as they deserve to be, familiarly known. Many other hymns have also been written on the same subject; but, not being aware of any being designed for noon-day, I was induced to compose these verses. Often one has occasion to observe cottage children carrying, in their baskets, dinner to their Fathers engaged with their daily labours in the fields and woods. How gratifying would it be to me could I be assured that any portion of these stanzas had been sung by such a domestic concert under such circumstances. A friend of mine has told me that she introduced this Hymn into a village-school which she superintended, and the stanzas in succession furnished her with texts to comment upon in a way which without difficulty was made intelligible to the children, and in which they obviously took delight, and they were taught to sing it to the tune of the old 100th Psalm.] Up to the throne of God is borne Nor will he turn his ear aside What though our burthen be not light Blest are the moments, doubly blest, Upon the service of our God! Each field is then a hallowed spot, A church in every grove that spreads Look up to Heaven! the industrious Sun He cannot halt nor go astray, Lord! since his rising in the East, Help with thy grace, through life's short day, Our upward and our downward way; And glorify for us the west, When we shall sink to final rest. 1834. XXXVIII. ODE, COMPOSED ON MAY MORNING. [THIS and the following poem originated in the lines "How delicate the leafy veil," &c.-My daughter and I left Rydal Mount upon a tour through our mountains with Mr. and Mrs. Carr in the month of May, 1826, and as we were going up the vale of Newlands I was struck with the appearance of the little chapel gleaming through the veil of half-opened leaves; and the feeling which was then conveyed to my mind was expressed in the stanza referred to above. As in the case of " Liberty" and "Humanity," my first intention was to write only one poem, but subsequently I broke it into two, making additions to each part so as to produce a consistent and appropriate whole.] WHILE from the purpling east departs The star that led the dawn, Blithe Flora from her couch upstarts, A quickening hope, a freshening glee, Whose first-drawn breath, from bush and tree, All Nature welcomes Her whose sway Tempers the year's extremes; The tremulous heart excite; And hums the balmy air to still |