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To the Rainbow.
How glorious is thy girdle cast
O’er mountain, tower, and town,
A thousand fathoms down !
As fresh in yon horizon dark,
As young thy beauties seem,
First sported in thy beam.
For, faithful to its sacred page,
Heaven still rebuilds thy span,
That first spoke peace to man.
The Star of Bethlehem.
When marshall’d on the nightly plain,
The glittering host bestud the sky; One star alone, of all the train,
Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.
Hark! hark ! to God the chorus breaks,
From every host, from every gem : But one alone the Saviour speaks,
It is the star of Bethlehem.
Once on the raging seas I rode,
The storm was loud, the night was dark,
The wind that toss'd my foundering bark.
Deep horror then my vitals froze,
Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem;
It was the Star of Bethlehem.
It was my guide, my light, my all,
It bade my dark forbodings cease;
It led me to the port of peace.
Now safely moor’d, my perils o'er,
I'll sing, first in night's diadem,
The Star !- the Star of Bethlehem !
Hymn for the Fifteenth Sunday after Trinity.
Lo, the lilies of the field,
Say, with richer crimson glows
“ One there lives, whose guardian eye
Guides our humble destiny ;
The trumpet's voice hath roused the land
Light up the beacon pyre!
And waved the sign of fire.
Their gorgeous folds have castAnd, hark ! — was that the sound of seas?
A king to war went past.
The chief is arming in his hall,
The peasant by his hearth ;
And rises from the earth.
Looks with a boding eyeThey come not back, though all be won,
Whose young hearts leap so high.
The bard hath ceased his song, and bound
The falchion to his side;
The lover quits his bride.
By earthly clarion spread!
The blast that wakes the dead?
On a Girdle.
That which her slender waist confin'd
Shall now my joyful temples bind : No monarch but would give his crown, His arms might do what this has done.
It was my heav'n's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer; My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move!
A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair. Give me but what this riband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round.
Chloris! yourself you so excel,
That eagle's fate and mine are one,
Had Echo, with so sweet a grace,
Go, lovely Rose!