Then rise at dawn of day

And wind thy thoughtful way

Where rested once the Temple's stately shade,

With due feet tracing round

The city's northern bound,

To th' other holy garden, where the Lord was laid.

Who thus alternate see

His death and victory,

Rising and falling as on angel wings,

They, while they seem to roam,

Draw daily nearer home,

Their heart untravelled still adores the King of kings.

Or, if at home they stay,
Yet are they, day by day,

In spirit journeying through the glorious land,
Not for light Fancy's reed,

Nor Honor's purple meed,

Nor gifted Prophet's lore, nor Science' wondrous wand.

But more than Prophet, more

Than Angels can adore

With face unveiled, is He they go to seek:

Blessed be God, Whose grace

Shows Him in every place

To homeliest hearts of pilgrims pure and meek!

KEBLE.

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DOVE, LEAF, AND BOW.

SWEET DOVE! the softest, steadiest plume
In all the sunbright sky,

Brightening in ever-changeful bloom

As breezes change on high;

Sweet Leaf! the pledge of peace and mirth,

"Long sought, and lately won,"

Blest increase of reviving Earth,

When first it felt the Sun ;

Sweet Rainbow! pride of summer days,

High set at Heaven's command, Though into drear and dusky haze Thou melt on either hand;

Dear tokens of a pardoning God,
We hail ye, one and all,

As when our fathers walked abroad,

Freed from their twelvemonth's thrall.

How joyful from the imprisoning ark
On the green earth they spring!

Not blither, after showers, the Lark
Mounts up with glistening wing.

So home-bound sailors spring to shore,
Two oceans safely past;

So happy souls, when life is o'er,
Plunge in the empyreal vast.

What wins their first and fondest gaze In all the blissful field,

And keeps it through a thousand days? Love face to face revealed:

Love imaged in that cordial look
Our Lord in Eden bends

On souls that sin and earth forsook

In time to die His friends.

And what most welcome and serene
Dawns on the Patriarch's eye,
In all the emerging hills so green,
In all the brightening sky?

What but the gentle rainbow's gleam, Soothing the wearied sight,

That cannot bear the solar beam,

With soft undazzling light?

Lord, if our fathers turned to Thee

With such adoring gaze,

DOVE, LEAF, AND BOW.

Wondering frail man Thy light should see
Without Thy scorching blaze;

Where is our love, and where our hearts,
We who have seen Thy Son,
Have tried Thy Spirit's winning arts,
And yet we are not won?

The Son of God in radiance beamed
Too bright for us to scan;

But we may face the rays that streamed
From the mild Son of Man.

There, parted into rainbow hues,
In sweet harmonious strife,
We see celestial love diffuse
Its light o'er Jesus' life.

God, by His bow, vouchsafes to write
This truth in Heaven above;
As every lovely hue is Light,
So every grace is Love.

KEBLE.

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