Nor let ambition heartless mourn; Her high desires may breathe; KEBLE. ELEVENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. Is it a time to receive money, and to receive garments, and oliveyards, and vineyards, and sheep, and oxen, and menservants and maidservants?-2 KINGS v. 26. Is this a time to plant and build, Is this a time for moonlight dreams No-rather steel thy melting heart 1 To him that overcometh will I grant to sit with Me in My throne.-Rev. iii. 21. Yes-let them pass without a sigh, KEBLE. SAINT MATTHEW'S DAY. And he left all, And after these things, He went forth, and saw a publican, named Levi, sitting at the receipt of custom: and He said unto him, Follow me. rose up, and followed Him.-ST. LUKE v. 27, 28. YE hermits blest, ye holy maids, The secret lore of rural things, The moral of each fleeting cloud and gale, The whispers from above, that haunt the twilight vale: Say, when in pity ye have gazed On the wreathed smoke afar, That o'er some town, like mist upraised, Hung hiding sun and star, Then as ye turned your weary eye To the green earth and open sky, Were ye not fain to doubt how Faith could dwell Amid that dreary glare, in this world's citadel ? But Love's a flower that will not die For lack of leafy screen, And Christian Hope can cheer the eye Then be ye sure that Love can bless There are, in this loud stunning tide Of human care and crime, Through dusky lane and wrangling mart, * Nor can ye not delight to think What worldly hearts, and hearts impure, Went with Him through the rich man's door, That we might learn of Him lost souls to love, And view His least and worst with hope to meet above. These gracious lines shed Gospel light As on some city's cheerless night The tide of sunrise swells, Till tower, and dome, and bridge-way proud And to wise hearts this certain hope is given; "No mist that man may raise, shall hide the eye of Heaven." And oh! if even on Babel shine Should not their peace be peace divine, To look on clearer heavens, and scan KEBLE. ALL SAINTS' DAY. Hurt not the earth, neither the sea, nor the trees, till we have sealed the servants of our God in their foreheads.-REVELATIONS Vii. 3. WHY blow'st thou not, thou wintry wind, Her summer veil, half drawn on high, How quiet shows the woodland scene! Like weary men when age is won, KEBLE. CONFIRMATION HYMN. LORD, shall Thy children come to Thee? Ere heart could feel or tongue could speak, Lord, shall we come? and come again? Lord, we would come; not thus alone But every hour till life be flown, Lord, may we come, come yet again! |