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Faith waxes fainter on the earth,
How sweet at such an hour to have • And love is on the wane.
A brother in adversity! Come, for the truth is weak,
When father, mother, all are gone, And error pours abroad
When burst affection's closest tie, Its subtle poison o'er the earth,
How sweet to claim, as still their own, An earth that hates her God.
A brother in adversity! Come, for love waxes cold,
When frowns an angry world unkind, Its steps are faint and slow;
And hope's delusive visions fly, Faith now is lost in unbelief,
How sweet in such an hour, to find, Hope's lamp burns dim and low.
A brother in adversity! Come, for the grave is full,
And who is this whom still we find, Earth's tombs no more can hold,
When father, mother, husband die, The sated sepulchres rebel,
Still faithful, tender, loving, kind ?
A brother in adversity!
Jesus ! my Lord ! ah, who can trace Reap the great harvest of the earth
Thy love unchanging, full, and free; Sower and reaper thou !
Or tell the riches of thy grace,
Thou Brother in adversity!
Ye travellers in this wilderness,
Who somewhat of His beauty see; Most mighty Son of God.
Forever, oh ! forever bless
This Brother in adversity !
44. ADVERSITY, Application of. Show thyself stronger than the strong
What He would have this evil do for me? Come, and make all things new,
What is its mission? What its misery? Build up this ruined earth,
What golden fruit lies hidden in its husk ? Restore our faded Paradise,
How shall it nurse my virtue, nerve my will, Creation's second birth.
Chasten my passions, purify my love,
And make me in some goodly sense like Him Come, and begin thy reign
Who bore the cross of evil while He lived, Of everlasting peace,
Who hung and bled upon it when He died, Come, take the kingdom to thyself,
And now in glory wears the victor's crown. Great King of Righteousness.
J. G. Holland. Horatius Bonar.
45. ADVERSITY, Benefit of. 42, ADVENT, Preparation for the.
'Mid pleasure, plenty, and success,
Freely we take from Him who lends :
We boast the blessing we possess,
Yet scarcely thank the One who sends. straight,
But let affliction pour its smart,
How soon we quail beneath the rod ! • The consecration of thy beauteous feet.
With shattered pride, and prostrate heart, Ride on triumphantly; behold we lay
We seek the long-forgotten God. Our lusts and proud wills in the way.
Eliza Cook. Hosanna ! welcome to our hearts, Lord, here
46. ADVERSITY, Comfort in. Thou hast a temple too, and full as dear
The man, perhaps, As that of Zion; and as full of sin. [in. Nothing but thieves and robbers dwell there- | Thou pitiest, draws his comfort from distress. Enter, and chase them forth, and cleanse the. That mind so poised, and centred in the good floor.
Supreme, so kindled with devotion's flame, Crucify them, that they may nevermore
Might, with prosperity's enchanting cup Profane that holy place,
Inebriate, have forgot the All-giving hand; Where Thou hast chose to set thy face.
Might on earth's vain and transitory joys And then if our stiff tongues shall be
Have built its sole felicity, nor e'er Mute in the praises of thy Deity,
Winged a desire beyond. George Bally. The stones out of the temple wall
47. ADVERSITY, Correction of. Shall cry aloud, and call
When urged by strong temptation to the Hosanna I and thy glorious footsteps greet.
brink Jeremy Taylor. Of guilt and ruin, stands the virtuous mind, 43. ADVERSITY, A Brother in.
With scarce a step between; all-pitying When every scene, this side the grave,
Ofttimes in dark and awful visitation / Light they dispense, and with them gó
Wisdom in sable garb array'd,
Immers'd in rapt'rous thought profound, 48. ADVERSITY, Cup of.
And Melancholy, silent naid, My God once mixed a harsh cup, for me to With leaden eye that loves the ground, drink from it,
Still on thy solemn steps attend; And it was full of acrid bitterness intensest; Warm Charity, the gen'ral friend, The black and nauseating draught did make With Justice, to herself severe, (tear.
me shrink from it, [dispensest, And Pity, dropping soft the sadly-pleasing And cry, “O Thou who every draught alike This cup of anguish sore, bid me not quaff
Oh! gently on thy suppliant's head, of it,
[half of it!" Dread goddess, lay thy chastening hand ! Or pour away the dregs and the deadliest
Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad, But still the cup He held; and seeing He
Not circled with the vengeful band ordained it
(as I drained it.
(As by the impious thou art seen)(mien, One glance at Him-it turned to sweetness
With thund'ring voice, and threat'ning
Despair, and fell Disease, and ghastly Pov49. ADVERSITY, Gain of. The good man suffers but to gain,
ffiū2Ộētiņ2ņēm22/2/2/2/Ầòti22/2/2/2/2/ And every virtue springs from pain;
Thy milder influence impart, As aromatic plants bestow
Thy philosophic train be there No spicy fragrance while they grow;
To soften, not to wound my heart. But, crushed or trodden to the ground,
The gen'rous spark extinct revive, Diffuse their balmy sweets around.
Teach me to love and to forgive,
What others are to feel, and know myself a
52. ADVERSITY, Reviewing. Unblest by visionary thoughts that stray When we are young, this year we call the To count the joys of Fortune's better day!
worst Lo, nature, life, and liberty relume
That we can know; this bitter day is cursed, The dim-eyed tenant of the dungeon gloom, And no more such our hearts can bear, we say. A long-lost friend, or hapless child restored, But yet, as time from us falls fast away, Smiles at his blazing hearth and social board; There comes a day, son, when all this is fair Warm from his heart the tears of rapture flow, And sweet to what, still living, we must bear. And virtue triumphs o'er remembered woe. “ Bettered is bale by bale that follows it," Thomas Campbell. The saw saith.
William Morris. 51. ADVERSITY, Hymn to
53, AFFECTATION, Ministerial. Daughter of Jove, relentless power,
In man or woman, but far most in man, Thou tamer of the human breast, And most of all in man that ministers Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour
And serves the altar, in my soul I loathe The bad affright, afflict the best!
All affectation. 'Tis my perfect scorn; Bound in thy adamantine chain,
Object of my implacable disgust. The proud are taught to taste of pain,
What! will a man play tricks, will he indulge And purple tyrants vainly groan
A silly, fond conceit of his fair form With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone.
And just proportion, fashionable mien,
And pretty face, in presence of his God? When first thy sire to send on earth Or will he seek to dazzle me with tropes, Virtue, his darling child, designed,
| As with the diamond on his lily hand, To thee he gave the heavenly birth, And play his brilliant parts before my eyes,
And bade to form her infant mind. When I am hungry for the bread of life? Stern, rugged nurse! thy rigid lore He mocks his Maker, prostitutes and shames With patience many a year she bore;
His noble office, and, instead of truth, What sorrow was thou bad'st her know, Displaying his own beauty, starves his flock. And from her own she learn'd to melt at Therefore avaunt all attitude, and stare, others' woe.
And start theatric, practised at the glass!
I seek divine simplicity in him Scar'd at thy frowns, terrific fly
Who handles things divine; and all besides, Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood,
Though learned with labor, and though much Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtless Joy, admired
And leave us leisure to be good. By curious eyes and judgments ill-informed,
To me is odious as the nasal twang
1 56. AFFECTION, Inspiring, Heard at conventicle, where worthy men, Misled by custom, strain celestial themes
I think of thee! my thoughts do twine and
About thee, as wild vines, about a tree, [bud Through the pressed nostril, spectacle-bestrid.
Put out broad leaves, and soon there's naught to see
swood. 54. AFFECTION, Elevating.
Except the straggling green which hides the 0! there is one affection which no stain
Yet, O my palm-tree, be it understood Of earth can ever darken,—when two find,
I will not have my thoughts instead of thee The softer and the manlier, that a chain
| Who art dearer, better ! rather instantly Of kindred taste has fastened mind to mind.
Renew thy presence. As a strong tree should, 'Tis an attraction from all sense refined;
Rustle thy boughs and set thy trunk all bare, The good can only know it; 'tis not blind
| And let these bands of greenery which inAs love is unto baseness; its desire
(everywhere! Is but with hands entwined to lift our being
Drop heavily down, ... burst, shattered,
Because, in this deep joy to see and hear thee higher. James Gates Percival.
And breath within thy shadow a new air, 55. AFFECTION, Filial.
I do not think of thee,-I am too near thee.
Elizabeth Barrett Brorning. There is a dungeon in whose dim drear light What do I gaze on? Nothing: look again ! 57. AFFECTION, Instinctive. Two forms are slowly shadowed on my sight, My sweet wee nursling! thou art sweet to me Two insulated phantoms of the brain:
As sun to flowers, or honey to the beeIt is not so; I see them full and plain,
Music in summer bowers-the freshening An old man and a female young and fair,
[bcamFresh as a nursing mother, in whose vein
To bright wings dipping from the sultry The blood is nectar: but what doth she there, Hope to the mourner, to the weary rest With her unmantled neck, and bosom white To the young dreamer, visions of the blest! and bare?
What art thou like, nestling in slumbers
So meek, so calm, so innocently fair? (there, Full swells the deep pure fountain of young
8 | What art thou like? A dormouse, sleek and life, Where on the heart and from the heart we took
warm, Our first and sweetest nurture, when the wife, 1
A primrose cluster, or a fairy charm ? Blest into mother, in the innocent look,
| Yes! thou'rt a charm !---a most mysterious Or even the piping cry of lips that brook
spell! No pain and small suspense, a joy perceives
Birds, bees, and flowers, can just as ably tell Man knows not, when from out its cradled W
a Why sunshine, scent, and streams their pleasnook
ures be, She sees her little bud put forth its leaves
As thy young mother why she dotes on thee What may the fruit be yet? I know not
With such unmeasured, fond intensity!
I cannot look on thee, but springing thought Cain was Eve's.
Perfumes the air with blossoms fancy fraught! But here youth offers to old age the food, I cannot think on thee, but life seems bright The milk of his own gift: it is her sire | With gushing sunbeams, ever new delight! To whom she renders back the debt of blood | Thou darling simpleton! thy vacant eye Born with her birth. No! he shall not ex- As yet to my long gaze makes no reply; pire
| Breathing and crying are thy only speechWhile in those warm and lovely veins the fire But, oh! for me, what eloquence hath cach! Of health and holy feeling can provide Sounds of my first-born 1-how my heart they Great Nature's Nile, whose deep stream rises thrill, higher
Like the sweet babblings of a hidden rill; Than Egypt's river;—from that gentle side A well of future blessedness art thou! Drink, drink and live, old man! Heaven's My morning star, my crown of gladness now! realm holds no such tide.
Mrs. Richardson. The starry fable of the milky-way
58. AFFECTION, Maternal. Has not thy story's purity; it is
When first thou camest, gentle, shy, and A constellation of a sweeter ray,
streasure, And sacred Nature triumphs more in this My eldest born, first hope, and dearest Reverse of her decree, than in the abyss My heart received thee with a joy beyond Where sparkle distant worlds: O, holiest All that it yet had felt of earthly pleasure ! nurse!
Nor thought that any love again might be No drop of that clear stream its way shall miss So deep and strong as that I felt for thee. To thy sire's heart, replenishing its source With life, as our freed souls rejoin the uni. Then thou, my merry love,-bold in thy glee, Verse.
Under the bough, or by the firelight dancGeorge Gordon Byron.
With thy sweet temper, and thy spirit free,- 1 And there will I keep you forever,
Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,
And moulder in dust away, Like a young sunbeam to the gladdened
H. W. Longfelloro. earth!
60. AFFECTION, Sacrifices of. At length THOU camest.-thou. the last and Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead, least,
sing brothers. Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine ? Nicknamed “the Emperor" by thy laugh. And would the sun for thee more coldly shine. Because a haughty spirit swelled thy breast. Because of grave-damps falling round my And thou didst seek to rule and sway the.
head ? others,
I marvelled, my Belovéd, when I read Mingling with every playful infant wile
Thy thought so in the letter. I am thineA mimic majesty that made us smile.
| But . . . 80 much to thee? Can I pour thy wine
[instead Different from both! yet each succeeding While my hands tremble? Then my soul, claim
Of dreams of death, resumes life's lower I, that all other love had been forswearing,
[on me! Forthwith admitted, equal and the same;
Then, love me, Love! look on me... breathe Nor injured either by this love's comparing,
As brighter ladies do not count it strange, Nor stole a fraction for the newer call, For love, to give up acres and degree, But in the mother's heart found room for all! I yield the grave for thy sake, and exchange Caroline E. Norton.
My near, sweet view of Heaven, for earth
with thee! 39. AFFECTION, Paternal.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
When night is beginning to lower, 61. AFFECTION, Sudden.
To slacken all those bonds which seemed too I hear in the chamber above me
soon The patter of little feet,
And quickly tied to make a lasting troth. The sound of a door that is opened,
Quick-loving hearts, I thought, may quickly And voices soft and sweet.
loathe; From my study I see in the lamplight,
And looking on myself, I seemed not one Descending the broad hall stair,
For such man's love!--more like an out of Grave Alice and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
Worn viol, a good singer would be wroth
To spoil his song with, and which, snatched A whisper and then a silence;
in haste, Yet I know by their merry eyes
Is laid down at the first ill-sounding note.
A wrong on thee. For perfect strains may
float A sudden rush from the stairway,
[faced, A sudden raid from the hall,
'Neath master-hands, from instruments deBy three doors left unguarded,
And great souls, at one stroke, may do and
doat. Elizabeth Barrett Browning. They enter my castle wall.
62, APFECTION, Superior. They climb up into my turret, O'er the arms and back of my chair;
He who once wept with Mary-angels keepIf I try to escape, they surround me: They seem to be everywhere.
Their unthank'd watch-are a foreshadowing
Of what love is in heaven. We may believe They almost devour me with kisses,
That we shall know each other's forms hereTheir arms about me intwine,
after, Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen And, in the bright fields of the better land,
In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine. Call the lost dead to us. Oh conscious heart! Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti,
That in the lone paths of this shadowy world Because you have scaled the wall,
Hast bless'd all light, however dimly shining, Such an old mustache as I am
That broke upon the darkness of thy way Is not a match for you all ?
Number thy lamps of love, and tell me, now,
How many canst thou relight at the stars I have you fast in my fortress,
And blush not at their burning? One-only And will not let you depart,
oneBut put you into the dungeon
Lit while your pulses by one hcart kept time, In the round tower of my heart.
| And fed with faithful fondness to your grave,
(Tho' sometimes with a hand stretch'd back!
from heaven) Steadfast thro' all things-near, when most And with its finger of unerring truth [forgotPointing the lost way in thy darkest hourOne lamp—thy mother's love-amid the stars Shall lift its pure flame changeless, and, before The throne of God, burn through eternityHoly—as it was lit and lent thee here.
Nathaniel Parker Willis. 63. AFFEOTION, Tenacious. In my boy's loud laughter ringing,
In the sigh more soft than singing Of my baby-girl that nestles up into this
mortal breast, And every voice most dear
Comes a whisper—“Rest not here." And the rest Thou art preparing, is it best,
Lord, is it best? “Lord, a little, little longer ! ”
Sobs the earth-love, growing stronger: He will miss me, and go mourning through
his solitary days. And heaven were scarcely heaven
If these lambs which Thou hast given Were to slip out of our keeping and be lost
in the world's ways. Lord, it is not fear of dying,
Nor an impious denying Of Thy will, which forevermore on earth, in
heaven, be done : But the love that desperate clings
Unto these my precious things In the beauty of the daylight, and the glory
of the sun. Ah, Thou still art calling, calling,
With a soft voice unappalling; And it vibrates in far circles through the
everlasting years; When Thou knockest, even so ! I will arise and go.
D. M. Muloch Craik. 64. AFFLICTION, Comfort in. “Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall find
[blood rebel Comfort and joy!” Though flesh and 'Gainst heavenward thoughts, and the
vexed spirit swell With anxious tossings, still, the veil behind Of earth-born mists, the faith-directed mind
Sees throned in cloudless light the Invisible, At whose right hand delights in fulness
dwell, And bliss for ever lasting. Be resigned, Thou child of sorrow, to His sovereign will;
Drink, as He bids, the bitter cup, and bear Thy cross in patience! From the holy hill A gleam shall cheer thee, till, safe-har
bored there, Thou feel how faintly earth's severest ill May with the weight of heavenly joys compare !
Richard Mant. I
05. AFFLICTION, Compensation for. Dcem not that they are blest alone
Whose days a peaceful tenor keep; The Anointed Son of God makes known
A blessing for the eyes that weep. The light of smiles shall fill again
The lids that overflow with tears, And weary hours of woe and pain
Arc promises of happier years. Oh, there are days of sunny rest
For every dark and troubled night, And Grief may bide, an evening guest,
But Joy shall come with early light. And thou, who, o'er thy friend's low bier,
Dost shed the bitter drops like rain, Hope that a brighter, happier sphere
Will give him to thy arms again. Nor let the good man's trust depart,
Though life its common gifts deny; Though with a pierced and bleeding heart,
And spurned of men, he goes to die.
And numbered every secret tear,
William Cullen Bryant.
God's breath upon the fire doth blow,
And trembles at the fiery glow;
On the bare anvil, minded so,
With his great hammer, blow on blow; And yet I whisper, “As God will ! " And at his heaviest blows hold still. He takes my softened heart and beats it
The sparks fly off at every blow; He turns it o'er and o'er, and heats it,
And lets it cool, and makes it glow;
Thus only longer-lived would be ;
When God has done his work in me;
Affliction's glowing, fiery brand;
Inflicted by a Master-hand;