And every day Seize her sweet prey All fresh and fragrant as He rises, Dropping with a balmy shower, A delicious dew of spices! Oh! let that happy soul hold fast Her heavenly armful; she shall taste At once ten thousand paradises— She shall have power To rifle and deflower The rich and roseal spring of those rare sweets Of pure inebriating pleasures: How many heavens at once, it is To have a God become her lover. RICHARD CRASHAW. The True Use of Music. LISTED into the cause of sin, Why should a good be evil? Music, alas! too long has been Pressed to obey the devilDrunken, or lewd, or light, the lay Flowed to the soul's undoing Widened and strewed with flowers, way Down to eternal ruin. Who on the part of God will rise, Every melting measure — Rescue the holy pleasure? Come let us try if Jesus' love What is Prayer? PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed — The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. Prayer is the burthen of a sigh, Prayer is the simplest form of speech Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice Returning from his ways, While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry, "Behold he prays!" Prayer is the Christian's vital breath The Christian's native air His watchword at the gates of deathHe enters heaven with prayer. In brighter days we read Thy love In flowers beneath, in stars above; And in the track of every storm Behold Thy beauty's rainbow form. And in the reddest lightning's path See, from on high sweet influence rains Trust in Providence. WHILE Thee I seek, protecting Power, Thy love the power of thought bestowed; In each event of life, how clear In every joy that crowns my days, My heart shall find delight in praise, When gladness wings my favored hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill; Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, My soul shall meet Thy will. My lifted eye, without a tear, The gathering storm shall see; HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS. |