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So the sun returned ten degrees, by which degrees it was gone down. Isaiah xxxviii. 8; compare Josh. x. 13.

Tis true, of old th’ unchanging sun

His daily course refus’d to run,

The pale moon hurrying to the west

Paus’d at a mortal’s call, to aid

Th’ avenging storm of war, that laid

Seven guilty realms at once on earth’s defiled breast.

But can it be, one suppliant tear

Should stay the ever-moving sphere?

A sick man’s lowly-breathed sigh,

When from the world he turns away,1515Then Hezekiah turned his face toward the wall, and prayed unto the Lord. Isaiah xxxviii. 2.

And hides his weary eyes to pray,

Should change your mystic dance, ye wanderers of the sky?

We too, O Lord, would fain command,

As then, Thy wonder-working hand,

And backward force the waves of Time,

That now so swift and silent bear

Our restless bark from year to year;

Help us to pause and mourn to Thee our tale of crime.

Bright hopes, that erst the bosom warm’d,

And vows, too pure to be perform’d,

And prayers blown wide by gales of care; —

These, and such faint half-waking dreams,

Like stormy lights on mountain streams,

Wavering and broken all, athwart the conscience glare.

How shall we ’scape th’ o’erwhelming Past?

Can spirits broken, joys o’ercast,

And eyes that never more may smile: —

Can these th’ avenging bolt delay,

Or win us back one little day

The bitterness of death to soften and beguile?

Father and Lover of our souls!

Though darkly round Thine anger rolls,

Thy sunshine smiles beneath the gloom,

Thou seek’st to warn us, not confound,

Thy showers would pierce the harden’d ground

And win it to give out its brightness and perfume.

Thou smil’st on us in wrath, and we,

E’en in remorse, would smile on Thee,

The tears that bathe our offer’d hearts,

We would not have them stain’d and dim,

But dropp’d from wings of seraphim,

All glowing with the light accepted Love imparts.

Time’s waters will not ebb, nor stay;

Power cannot change them, but Love may;

What cannot be, Love counts it done.

Deep in the heart, her searching view

Can read where Faith is fix’d and true,

Through shades of setting life can see Heaven’s work begun.

O Thou, who keep’st the Key of Love,

Open Thy fount, eternal Dove,

And overflow this heart of mine,

Enlarging as it fills with Thee,

Till in one blaze of charity

Care and remorse are lost, like motes in light divine;

Till as each moment wafts us higher,

By every gush of pure desire,

And high-breath’d hope of joys above,

By every secret sigh we heave,

Whole years of folly we outlive,

In His unerring sight, who measures Life by Love.

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