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Cease, Stranger, cease those piercing notes
Christ bade His followers take the sword
Christ only, of God's messengers to man,
Christ's Church was holiest in her youthful days 170
Come, twinkle in my lonely room,

Dear sainted Friends, I call not you,

Deep in his meditative bower,

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Did we but see,

Do not their souls, who neath the Altar wait . 235

Dread glimpses, even in Gospel times, have been; 207
Dull thunders moan around the Temple Rock,

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Each morn and eve, the Golden Keys
Each trial has its weight; which, whoso bears
Ere yet I left home's youthful shrine,

Faint not; and fret not, for threatened woe,
Far sadder musing on the traveller falls
Fear not for He hath sworn:

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France! I will think of thee, as what thou wast, 138
Full many an eve, and many a morn,

"Give any boon for peace!

God of our Israel! by our favoured sires

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Hail! gladdening Light, of His pure glory poured 77
Hail, glorious Lights, kindled at God's own urn 110
Hark! Baal's praise resounds from countless choirs 187

Heard ye? the unerring Judge is at the door!

He spake He died and rose again-

Hid are the Saints of God ;-

High on the stately wall

How can I keep my Christmas feast

How didst thou start, Thou Holy Baptist, bid

"How long endure this priestly scorn,
How long, O Lord of grace,

How shall a child of God fulfil

I bear upon my brow the sign

I bow at Jesus' name, for 'tis the Sign

I dreamed that, with a passionate complaint,
I have been honoured and obeyed

I sat beneath an olive's branches grey

I saw thee once, and nought discerned

I thought to meet no more, so dreary seem'd
If e'er I fall beneath Thy rod
If waiting by the time-crown'd halls,

In childhood, when with eager eyes
Into God's word as in a palace fair
Is He not near?-look up and see:

Is there no sound about our Altars heard

Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,

Let others sing thy heathen praise,

Lord, I have fasted, I have prayed,

Lord, in this dust Thy sovereign voice

Man is permitted much

Many the guileless years the Patriarch spent,

Methought I saw a face divinely fair,

Mid Balak's magic fires

Mortal! if e'er thy spirits faint,

Moses, the patriot fierce, became
Mother! and hast thou left thy child

My Father's hope! my childhood's dream
My home is now a thousand mile away;
My smile is bright, my glance is free

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"No joy of mine to invite the thunder down,
Nor wants there Seraph warnings, morn and eve, 195
Now is the Autumn of the Tree of Life;
Now the stars are lit in heaven,

O aged Saint! far off I heard

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O comrade bold of toil and pain!

O Father, list a sinner's call!

O Heart of fire! misjudged by sinful man,

Oh! miserable power

Oh prophet, tell me not of peace,

Oh! surely Scorner is his name

O that thy creed were sound!

O Lord and Christ, Thy Churches of the south 135

O Lord, I hear, but can it be

O Lord! when sin's close marshalled line

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O Mother Church of Rome! why has thy heart 229
Once as I brooded o'er my guilty state

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Once cast with men of language strange
One only way to life

O piteous race

O purest semblance of the Eternal Son
O rail not at our brethren of the North,
O say not thou art left of God.
O specious sin, and Satan's subtle snare
O sweetly tim'd, as e'er was gentle hand

Peace-loving man, of humble heart and true!
Poor wanderers, ye are sore distrest
Prune thou thy words, the thoughts control

"Sad privilege is mine, to shew

Say hast thou tracked a traveller's round
Say, who is he, in deserts seen :

Secure in his prophetic strength,

Seek we some realm where virgin souls may pray 150
Silence, unworthy! how should tones like thine 102
Son of Sorrow, doom'd by fate

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Sons of our Mother! such the indignant strain. 153

"Sunk not the sun behind yon dusky hill.

The ark of God has hidden strength
The ark of God is in the field

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The better portion didst thou choose, Great Heart 27
"The Fathers are in dust, yet live to God;"
The fire of heaven breaks forth,

The flood is round thee, but thy towers as yet

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The Holy Jerusalem

The lions prowl around, thy grave to guard
"The Lord hath set me o'er the kings of earth,
"The thing that hath been, it shall be,"
The time has been, it seem'd a precept plain
The world has cycles in its course, when all
There is not on the earth a soul so base
There is one only Bond in the wide earth
They are at rest:

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They do but grope in learning's pedant round,
They say, "The man is false, and falls away;" 160
Thou chosen Judge of Israel's race,

Thou to wax fierce

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Thrice blest are they who feel their loneliness;
Thus evermore the Saints' avenging God.
Thy words are good, and freely given,
Time was, I shrank from what was right,
Time was, though truth eterne I felt my creed,
'Tis sad to watch Time's desolating hand.
Truth through the Sacred Volume hidden lies,
Truth! what is Truth! Shall Israel's king or state 186
'Twas on the day when England's Church of yore 173
Two brothers freely cast their lot,

Two sinners have been grace endued

Tyre of the farther West! be thou too warn'd
Tyre of the West, and glorying in the name