FIFTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow. St. Matthew vi. 28. SWEET nurslings of the vernal skies, To fill the heart's fond view? Relics ye are of Eden's bowers, As pure, as fragrant, and as fair, Fall'n all beside-the world of life, How is it stain'd with fear and strife! But cheerful and unchang'd the while The stars of heaven a course are taught Ye may And as we gaze, we know. Ye dwell beside our paths and homes, They cannot brook our shame to meet— Ye fearless in your nests abide Nor may we scorn, too proudly wise, Your silent lessons, undescried By all but lowly eyes: For ye could draw th' admiring gaze Ye felt your Maker's smile that hour, As when He paus'd and own'd ycu good; FIFTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. His blessing on earth's primal bower, What care ye now, if winter's storm Alas! of thousand bosoms kind, 215 SIXTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. I desire that ye faint not at my tribulations for you, which is your glory. Ephesians iii. 13. WISH not, dear friends, my pain away- The dearest offering He can crave But we, like vex'd unquiet sprights, In Life's long sickness evermore Our thoughts are tossing to and fro: We change our posture o'er and o'er, But cannot rest, nor cheat our woc. SIXTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY. 217 Were it not better to lie still, Let Him strike home and bless the rod, Never so safe as when our will Yields undiscern'd by all but God? Thy precious things, whate'er they be How thou mayst turn them all to gain. Lovest thou praise? the Cross is shame: We of that Altar would partake, But cannot quit the cost-no throne Is ours, to leave for Thy dear sakeWe cannot do as Thou hast done. We cannot part with Heaven for Thee— So wanderers ever fond and true Look homeward through the evening sky, Without a streak of heaven's soft blue To aid Affection's dreaming eye. Ff |