And from th' eternal home above To look where sorrowing sinners kneel. Or if no Angel påss that way, He who in secret sees, perchance May bid his own heart-warming ray Toward thee stream with kindlier glance, As when upon His drooping head His Father's light was pour'd from Heaven, What time, unshelter'd and unfed', Far in the wild His steps were driven. High thoughts were with Him in that hour, With upward eye they float serene, And learn to bear their Saviour's blaze When Judgment shall undraw the screen? St. Matt. iv. 1. FIRST SUNDAY IN LENT. Haste thee, escape thither; for I cannot do any thing till thou be come thither. Therefore the name of the city was called Zoar. Genesis xix. 22. "ANGEL of wrath! why linger in mid air, "While the devoted city's cry "Louder and louder swells? and canst thou spare, "Thy full-charg'd vial standing by?" Thus, with stern voice, unsparing Justice pleads : He hears her not-with soften'd gaze His eye is following where sweet Mercy leads, And till she give the sign, his fury stays. Guided by her, along the mountain road, Far through the twilight of the morn, Angels, or more, on either hand are nigh, To speed them o'er the tempting plain, Lingering in heart, and with frail sidelong eye Seeking how near they may unharm'd remain. "Ah! wherefore gleam those upland slopes so fair? "And why, through every woodland arch, "Swells yon bright vale, as Eden rich and rare, "Where Jordan winds his stately march; "If all must be forsaken, ruin'd all, "If God have planted but to burn?— Surely not yet th' avenging shower will fall, Though to my home for one last look I turn." Thus while they waver, surely long ago They had provok'd the withering blast, But that the merciful Avengers know Their frailty well, and hold them fast. They check the wandering eye, severely kind, And when, o'erwearied with the steep ascent, One little spot of ground in mercy lent, One hour of home before the grave, Oft in his pity o'er his children weak, His hand withdraws the penal fire, And where we fondly cling, forbears to wreak Full vengeance, till our hearts are wean'd entire. Thus, by the merits of one righteous man, The Church, our Zoar, shall abide, Though in the Church thou know thy place, The mountain farther lies-there seek thy goal, There breathe at large, o'erpast thy dangerous race. Sweet is the smile of home; the mutual look Sweet all the joys that crowd the household nook, Yet in the world even these abide, and we Above the world our calling boast: Once gain the mountain top, and thou art free: Till then, who rest, presume; who turn to look, are lost. SECOND SUNDAY IN LENT. And when Esau heard the words of his father, he cried with a great and exceeding bitter cry, and said unto his father, Bless me, even me also, O my father. Gen. xxvii. 34. (Compare Hebrews xii. 17. He found no place of repentance, though he sought it carefully with tears.) "AND is there in God's world so drear a place "Where the loud bitter cry is rais'd in vain? "Where tears of penance come too late for grace, "As on th' uprooted flower the genial rain ?" 'Tis even so the sovereign Lord of souls The author earnestly hopes, that nothing in these stanzas will be understood to express any opinion as to the general efficacy of what is called "a death-bed repentance." Such questions are best left in the merciful obscurity with which Scripture has enveloped them. Esau's probation, as far as his birthright was concerned, was quite over when he uttered the cry in the text. His despondency therefore is not parallel to any thing on this side the grave. |