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620, CUSTOM, Breach of.

| The rising tempest sweeps the sky; But to my mind-though I am native here, | The rains descend, the winds are high; And to the manor born, -it is a custom The waters swell, and death and fear More honored in the breach than the ob- Beset thy path, nor refuge near; servance. Shakespeare.

Haste, traveller, haste! 621. CUSTOM, Dupes of.

Oh, yes! a shelter you may gain,
Such dupes are men to custom, and so prone A covert from the wind and rain,
To rev'rence what is ancient, and can plead A hiding-place, a rest, a home,
A course of long observance for its use, | A refuge from the wrath to come;
That even servitude, the worst of ills,

Haste, traveller, haste! Because deliver'd down from sire to son,

Then linger not in all the plain,
Is kept and guarded as a sacred thing.

Flee for thy life, the mountain gain;
Wm. Cowper.

Look not behind, make no delay, 622. CUSTOM, Power of.

Oh, speed thee, speed thee on thy way; Man yields to custom as he bows to fate,

Haste, traveller, haste! In all things ruled-mind, body, and estate; | Poor, lost, benighted soull art thou In pain, in sickness, we for cure apply To them we know not, and we know not why. There yet is hope; hear mercy's call;

| Willing to find salvation now? Habit with him has all the test of truth,

Truth! Life! Light! Way! in Christ is all! It must be right: I've done it from my

Haste to Him, haste! youth. George Crabbe.

William Bengo Collyer. Custom, 'tis true, a venerable tyrant,

625. DARKNESS, Ory in. O’er servile man extends her blind dominion.

J. Thomson. Lost in darkness, girt with dangers, round As custom arbitrates, whose shifting sway

me strangers, Our life and manners must alike obey.

Through an alien land I roam,

Lord Byron. Outward trials, bitter losses, inward crosses, Custom does often reason overrule.

Lord, Thou know'st have sought me home. And only serves for reason to the fool. Sin of courage hath bereft me, and hath left Earl of Rochester.

me Custom forms us all;

Scarce a spark of faith and hope; Our thoughts, our morals, our most fix'a Bitter tears my heart oft sheddcth, as it belief

dreadeth Are consequences of our place of birth.

I am past Thy mercy's scope.
Peace I cannot find; oh, take me, Lord, and

make me 623, CUSTOM, Precedent of.

From this yoke of evil free: Away with custom! 'tis the plea of fools, Calm this longing, never sleeping, still my Where crimes enormous, that debase the man,

weeping, Rise in their own defence: the long-drawn

Give me hope once more in Thee! roll

Tersteegen. Where the ascent and fall of states or men

626. DARKNESS, Curtain of. Stand variously portrayed; what is it else

The glorious sun is gone, Than a sad scries of collective guilt, Whence custom for each wantonness of ill And the gathering darkness of night comes May draw the shameful precedent ?

C. P. Layard.

Like a curtain from God's kind hand it flows,

To shade the couch where His children repose. 624. DANGER, Warning of.

Then kneel, while the watching stars are Haste, traveller, haste! the night comes on, bright, And many a shining hour is gone;

And give your last thoughts to the Guardian The storm is gathering in the west,

of night. And thou art far from home and rest;

II. Ware, Jr. Haste, traveller, haste!

627. DARKNESS, Escape from.

Out of shadow into sunlight, Oh, far from home thy footsteps stray;

Out of darkness into day, Christ is the Life, and Christ the Way;

So, oft, we tread, unhecding, And Christ the Light, thy setting Sun,

Our well-appointed way;
Sinks ere thy morning is begun;

Nor dream that after sorrow
Haste, traveller, haste!

May dawn a glad to morrow.

Mary Drinell Chellis. Awake, awake! pursue thy way With steady course, while yet 'tis day;

628. DARKNESS, Scattered. While thou art sleeping on the ground

O Thou Patron God! Danger and darkness gather round;

Thou God and mortal! thence, more God to Haste, traveller, haste! I man!

A. Hill.

on.

Man's theme eternal! man's eternal theme! 1 629, DARKNESS, Spiritual. Thou canst not 'scape uninjured from our If in thy heart no golden sunlight lingers praise.

To brighten life within, Uninjured from our praise can He escape and to thy ears earth's sweet and joyous Who, disembosomed from the Father, bows

singers The heaven of heavens to kiss the distant Make only doleful din;

earth; Breathes out in agonies a sinless soul; , If, wbile the world is robed in peerless beauty, Against the cross death's iron sceptre breaks; | . Around thy spirit coil From famished ruin plucks her human prey ; Serpents of doubt and fear, and sacred duty Throws wide the gates celestial to his foes;

Is heavy, joyless toil; Their gratitude, for such a boundless debt, Deputes their suffering brothers to receive; If when thy knees are bowed in supplication, And if deep human guilt in payment fails,

Struggling to cast thy care As deeper guilt prohibits our despair, | On heaven, there comes no strength or consoEnjoins it as our duty to rejoice!

lation And (to close all) oinnipotently kind,

In answer to thy prayerTakes his delights among the sons of men ? What words are these!-And did they seek not to find a reason for thy sadness come from heaven?

In Him who changeth not, And were they spoke to man, to guilty man? As if His hand withheld the light and gladWhat are all mysteries to love like this?

ness The song of angels, all the melodies

Which thou hast vainly sought.
Of choral gods, are wafted in the sound;
Heal and exhilarate the broken heart,

His loving kindness is a fount unfailing, Though plunged before in horrors dark as Forever full and free; night!

If life is dark and prayer is unavailing, Rich prelibation of consummate joy!

The hindrance is in thee.
Nor wait we dissolution to be blessed.

Is there no foul impurity still clinging
This final effort of the moral muse
How justly titled! Nor for me alone;

Around thy yielding heart,
For all that read, what spirit of support,

Dark’ning thy inner light, and surely bringing

This conscious guilty smart i What heights of consolation crown my song! Then, farewell, Night! Of darkness, now Is there no idol shrined within thy spirit, no more.

Where God alone should reign Joy breaks, shines, triumphs ! 'tis eternal day! No love of wrong, which gives thee to inherit Shall that which rises out of nought com- A legacy of pain ?

plain Of a few evils, paid with endless joys? Are there no works of faith and love negMy soul, henceforth, in sweetest union join

lected, The two supports of human happiness,

To thee by Heaven assigned ? Which some, erroneous, think can never meet, No daily Rimmon-worship, undetected, True taste of life and constant thought of Blighting thy peace of mind ?

death! The thought of death, sole victor of its dread. Arise and search thy heart—let nothing stay

thee; Hope be thy joy, and probity thy skill;

The fatal cause is there;
Thy patron He whose diadem hias dropped
Yon gems of heaven; eternity thy prize;

This traitor in thy soul may else betray thee And leave the racers of the world their own,

To ruin and despair. Their feather and their froth, for endless Nor doubt, when thou with heart contrite toils.

and lowly They part with all for that which is not

Hast all thy sins confessed, bread;

Thy night shall pass away, and God the holy They mortify, they starve, on wealth, fame, Shall hear and give thee rest. power;

Edward Hartly Dewart. And laugh to scorn the fools that aim at more.

630. DAUGHTER, Address to a.
How must a spirit, late escaped from earth, Bright as the skies that cover thee,
The truth of things new blazing in its eye, Child of the sunny brow:
Look back astonished on the ways of men, Bright as the dream flung over thee,
Whose lives' whole drift is to forget their By all that mects thee, now:
graves !

Thy heart is beating joyously,
And when our present privilege has passed, Thy voice is like a bird's ;
To scourge us with due sense of its abuse, And sweetly breaks the melody
The same astonishment will seize us all.

Of thy imperfect words;
What then must pain us would preserve us I know no fount that gushes out
now.

Edward Young. As gladly as thy tiny shout.

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I would that thou might'st ever be l 'Tis manly music, such as martyrs make,
As beautiful as now:

Suffering with gladness for a Saviour's sake : That time might ever leave as free

His soul exults; hope animates his lays; Thy yet unwritten brow.

The sense of mercy kindles into praise; I would life were “all poetry"

And wilds, familiar with the lion's roar, To gentle measure set,

Ring with ecstatic sounds unheard before. That naught but chasten'd melody

Wm. Couper. Might stain thine eye of jet;

633. DAVID, Triumph of. Nor one discordant note be spoken,

One struggle of might, and the giant of Gath, Till God the cunning harp hath broken.

With a crash like the oak in the hurricane's

path, I would—but deeper things than these And a clangor of arms, as of hosts in the fray, With woman's lot are wove:

At the feet of the stripling of Ephratah lay. Wrought of intensest sympathies, And nerved by purest love:

A hush of amazement—a calm as of death By the strong spirit's discipline,

When the watcher lists long for that spasmBy the fierce wrong forgiven,

drawn breath, By all that wrings the heart of sin,

Then a shout like the roll of artillery rose, Is woman won to heaven.

And the armies of Israel swept on their foes. Her lot is on thee, lovely child

For a space the Philistines had paused, as in God keep thy spirit undefiled!

doubt,

Ere the Israelite's triumph rang gloriously I fear thy gentle loveliness,

out; Thy witching tone and air;

Then, scattering his arms on the mountains, Thine eyes' beseeching earnestness

he fled, May be to thee a snare.

Till the valley of Elah was strewn with the The silver stars may purely shine,

dead. The waters taintless flow, But they who kneel at woman's shrine,

The carnage moved on, and alone in the vale, Wreathe poisons as they bow;

| The Shepherd knelt down by the dead in his She may fling back the gift again,

mail, But the crusħid flower will oftenest stain. And there, with his arm on that still reeking

sword, What shall preserve thee, beautiful child ? Poured forth his thanksgiving in prayer to Keep thee as thou art now?

the Lord. Bring thee, a spirit undefiled,

634. DAY, Beautiful. At God's pure throne to bow?

| O unseen Spirit! now a calm divine The world is but a broken reed,

Comes forth from Thee, rejoicing earth and And life grows early dim:

air! Who shall be near thee in thy need, Trees, hills, and houses, all distinctly shine, To lead thee up to Him?

And Thy great ocean slumbers everywhere. He, who Himself was "undefiled”?. With Him we trust thee, beautiful childi The mountain ridge against the purple sky

N. P. Willis. Stands clear and strong, with darkened

rocks and dells, 631. DAVID, Character of.

And cloudless brightness opens wide and high And lo! the glories of the illustrious line | A home aërial, where Thy presence dwells. At their first dawn with ripened splendors The chime of bells remote, the murmuring

shine, In David all expressed; the good, the great,

sea, The king, the hero, and the man complete.

The song of birds in whispering copse and

wood, Serene he sits, and sweeps the golden lyre, Jr And blends the prophet's with the poet's fire.

The distant voice of children's thoughtless See, with what art he strikes the vocal strings,

glee, The God his theme, inspiring what he sings í

And maiden's song, are all one voice of Bp. Loroth.

good. 632, DAVID, Psalms of.

Amid the leaves' green mass a sunny play

Of flash and shadow stirs like inward life; See Judah's promised king, bereft of all,

The ship's white sail glides onward far away, Driven out an exile from the face of Saul.

Unhaunted by a dream of storm or strife. To distant caves the lonely wanderer flies,

John Sterling. To seek that peace a tyrant's frown denies. Hear the sweet accents of his tuneful voice;

635. DAY, Beginning the. Hear him, o'erwhelmed with sorrows, yet Begin the day with God! rejoice;

He is thy sun and day;
No womanish or wailing grief has part, His is the radiance of thy dawn,
No, not a moment, in his royal heart;

To Him address thy lay.

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There is a serious day,

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; When we must yield our breath; It rains, and the wind is never weary; Be born, to die no more, or die

My thoughts still cling to the mouldering An everlasting death.

Past,

But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
There is an awful day,

And the days are dark and dreary.
Of judgment and decree;
Lord i be we all through Christ prepared Be still, sad heart! and cease repining:
That last of days to see.

Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;

Thy fate is the common fate of all,
There is a glorious day,

Into each life some rain must fall,
Of sweet Sabbatic rest:

Some days must be dark and dreary. Oh! may we its eternal length

H. W. Longfellor. Enjoy with all the blest!

642. DAY OF JUDGMENT, Description of the. James Montgomery.

That great Day of wrath and terror, 639. DAY, Lost.

That last Day of woe and doom,
Lost ! lost ! lost !

Like a thief at darkest midnight,
A gem of countless price,

On the sons of men shall come;
Cut from the living rock,

When the pride and pomp of ages
And graved in Paradise:

All shall utterly have passed,
Set round with three times eight

And they stand in anguish, owning
Large diamonds, clear and bright, That the end is here at last.
And each with sixty smaller ones,

Then the trumpet's pealing clangor,
All changeful as the light.

Through the earth's four quarters spread,

Waxing loud and even louder,
Lost where the thoughtless throng

Shall convoke the quick and dead;
In fashion's mazes wind,

And the King of heavenly glory
Where trilleth folly's song,

Shall assume His throne on high,
Leaving a sting behind.

And the cohorts of His angels
Yet to my hand 'twas given,

Shall be near Him in the sky.
A golden harp to buy,

Then the sun shall turn to darkness,
Such as the white-robed choir attune And the moon be red as blood;
To deathless minstrelsy.

And the stars shall fall from heaven,

Whelmed beneath destruction's flood. Lost I lost! lost!

Flame and fire and desolation
I feel all search in vain;

At the Judge's feet shall go :
That gem of countless cost

Earth and sea and all abysses
Can ne'er be mine again:

Shall His mighty sentence know.
I offer no reward, -
For till these heart-strings sever

Then th' elect upon the right hand
I know that Heaven's intrusted gift

Of the Lord shall stand around;
Is reft away forever.

But, like goats, the evil-doers

Shall upon the left be found. But where the sea and land,

Come, ye Blessed, take the kingdom," Like burning scroll, have fled,

Shall be there the King's award, I'll see it in His hand,

“Which for you, before the world was, Who judgeth quick and dead;

Of My Father was prepared :
And when of scathe and loss

I was naked, and ye clothed Me,
That man can ne'er repair,

Poor, and ye relieved Me; hence,
The dread inquiry meets the soul,

Take the riches of My glory
What shall it answer there?

For your endless recompense.” Mrs. L. H. Sigourney. Then the righteous shall make question: 640. DAY, Question for each.

“When have we beheld Thee poor,

Lord of glory? When relieved Thee At evening to myself I say,

Lying needy at our door ?" Soul, where hast thou gleaned to-day,

Whom the Blessed King shall answer: Thy labors how bestowed

“When ye showed your charity, What hast thou rightly said, or done?

Giving bread and home and raiment,
What grace attained, or knowledge won,

What ye did was done to Me."
In following after God?

In like manner, to the left hand
Charles Wesley.

That most righteous Judge shall say, 641. DAY, Rainy.

“Go, ye cursed, to Gehenna, The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; And the fire that is for aye: It rains, and the wind is never weary;

For in prison ye came not nigh Me;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, Poor, ye pitied not My lot;
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,

Naked, ye have never clothed Me;
And the day is dark and dreary.

Sick, ye visited Me not."

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