LOVE AND DISCIPLINE. SINCE in a land not barren still, And since these biting frosts but kill Some tares in me, which choke or spill That seed thou sow'st, blest be thy skill! Blest be thy dew, and blest thy frost, The dew doth cheer what is distrest; THEY ARE ALL GONE. THEY are all gone into the world of light, It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast I see them walking in an air of glory, Whose light doth trample on my days,— My days, which are at best but dull and hoary, Mere glimmering and decays. O holy hope, and high humility! High as the heavens above! These are your walks, and you have showed them me To kindle my cold love. 90 They are all gone. Dear, beauteous Death, the jewel of the just, He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown; And yet, as angels, in some brighter dreams, And into glory peep. If a star were confined into a tomb, Her captive flames must needs burn there; But when the hand that locked her up gives room, She'll shine through all the sphere. O Father of eternal life, and all Created glories under thee, Resume thy spirit from this world of thrall They are all gone. 91 Either disperse these mists, which blot and fill My perspective still as they pass; Or else remove me hence unto that hill VANISHED. THE Voice which I did more esteem Than music in her sweetest key, Those eyes which unto me did seem More comfortable than the day, Those now by me, as they have been, Shall never more be heard or seen; But what I once enjoyed in them Shall seem hereafter as a dream. All earthly comforts vanish thus ; |